My moving company was close to declaring bankruptcy. It made me only too happy when the cities most known relocation services called me up asking me if my moving crew was interested in partnering up with them. Without much hesitation I immediately accepted the offer. The crew I had working for me was just about as shocked as I had been at what could be perceived as an awesome stroke of good luck. Tom got so excited he decided it was quite the opportune time for our company to celebrate. He told us all to wait there, and he would be back as soon as possible. It did not take long for us to figure out what Tom was up to, and about ten minutes later he returned carrying three cases of beer and quite the bottle of scotch. This was an immense amount of alcohol for five men, if I may say so myself. It took about a half hour for it all to be consumed leaving us all stoned. Unfortunately our first business call came way too fast. Without much delay we all filed out to our trucks, half walking, half crawling, at this point we really could not concentrate on walking very straight. As soon as the truck engine started I smelled trouble, however being that I was not too sober myself the suspicions ended just about there. About five minutes into the drive the city radio was blaring about its biggest accident, two moving trucks colliding into each other on the highway. I was in the third truck, and sobered up as soon as I heard the announcement. It did not take much longer for the relocation services agency to call offering their condolences and to remove the few hour old partnership.