Originally Posted by marthe brault-hunt

I was going to a quilt retreat,I called a taxi, then rushed to bring my luggage downstairs,suitcase,sewing kit, some food and my sewing machine one flight of stairs, one more to go, I hear the recycling truck coming to empty the bins.I repeat the moving starting with my Pfaff that I place far from the bins, I go up the stairs one more time, turn around, my machine is gone! I yelled so loud, the driver which is now waiting on a red light got off, finally got my machine back!
Let me tell you that I got in the taxi shaking from that eêrience.