3 wiry young guys who've never heard the words "back strain" + 70 minutes = 1 empty truck.
(PS: Dear Roomie,
If you read this at work, you'll be pleased to know that the dining room ceiling is the same distance from the floor as it was this morning. No book-related seismic activity has occurred.
UPDATE: ...and with the return of the truck to U-Haul, the _Burning Money_ light (as Matt so eloquently phrased it) has gone out and my blood pressure can begin its slow spiral back down to normal. Despite my fears, the truck we rented was new-ish, clean, and un-busted. Plus, they let me slide on a day's worth of overage fees because of the weather and the fact that I looked very Southern and bewildered in the snow. Mad props to U-Haul in both Lenoir City, TN, and Indy, as well as All The Right Moves movers for helping keep the unavoidable suckage of moving to an absolute minimum. Thanks, y'all! :)