Scary movers

I promised my exiting roommate's wife that I'd be at their new place this morning at 10 so that she wouldn't have to there alone when the scary movers from Tennessee show up to deliver the balance of their furniture. All this is understandable except for one thing; I agreed to this yesterday, and possibly once before that without ever asking myself or her why Brandon can't just be there. He better have a dentist's appointment or something....

Update: He had nothing more going on than I did. And the movers were late getting there, so I went to work. Grr.