On the day we were set to move, we discovered the house we'd been renting had a roach problem when we moved the fridge and hundreds of them scurried away. The movers told us they couldn't legally shift our stuff in that condition, but if we took care of it they'd come back on the weekend for us. (That was a long weekend, so we gave them a five-star rating and would have made it six if we could.)

After fumigating and slashing the fabric on the base of every piece of furniture to check with bugs, we were ready. There was torrential rain that day, and even though I put matting down to help our feet grip on the steps, my wife slipped and bruised her hip so badly the marks were still there six weeks later. I wanted to postpone the move and take to the emergency room, but she refused. We were moving that day, even if it killed her!

Oh, and we had no internet because the ISP accidentally sent our router to another city and wouldn't give us a replacement until they found the first one.