Or Z Gallery, to be more precise. I overnighted at a small, kind of upscale outdoors mall in Carmel, IN that is decidedly truck-unfriendly. Narrow streets, tight corners, no loading docks.
My trailer is packed front-to-rear with pictures in frames, vases and other stuff people purchase to decorate their houses with. The handful of unfortunates from the store are out back unloading it piece-by-piece from the trailer on to hand carts then moving them inside.
Sucks to be them.
