Nothing says ‘welcome to your new home’ like a cardboard box ripping open in the driveway.
Packing your books seemed like a good idea until the bottom of the box gave out halfway up the stairs.
You know why moving day always ends with a beer? Because nothing says ‘I need a drink’ like watching a cardboard box rip and send your stuff tumbling down three flights of stairs.
That box didn’t just collapse—it soaked your collection of vinyl records, ruined your day, and reminded you why cardboard is the worst.
After 12 hours of packing, you’re exhausted. You stack the last load, sigh with relief—and the bottom box crumples, turning relief into a cleanup nightmare.
Why does every cardboard box look like trash by the end of the move?
You gently pick up the box, but the sound of glass breaking tells you it’s already too late.
Your olive oil exploded, your box is leaking, and now your entire life smells like a greasy Italian restaurant dumpster.
Opening a box and realizing the corner was crushed just enough to ruin your favorite wedding photo.
You spent 30 minutes packing perfectly, and cardboard spent 30 seconds ruining it.
Cardboard boxes: the real reason your neighbors think you’re a mess before you even move in.
Don’t trust cardboard boxes. If they can’t handle a little rain, why are they in charge of your life’s most important stuff?
