This is a PSA to all of the parents of this year's freshman class at UA. It's move-in day and your sweet precious angel has filled your car (and maybe a U-Haul) with all of their shiny new dorm furnishings. You pull up in front of their new home and begin to unload with the assistance of the Housing and Residential Team. If you are lucky you will be given one of these bad boys:

I say lucky loosely because these cardboard boxes on wheels are very hard to steer and don't do doors well.

However, there is a possibility you could get the metal moving cart from hell:

I don't know what disturbed person designed this awkward, recycled-torture-device-esqe cart, but it nearly cost my mom her hand.

Let me back up a little bit.

It was my first day of rush freshman year and I had a lot of things that had yet to be moved into my room at Presidential Village. My sweet mom offered to move in some things while I was spending an entire day going around from sorority house to sorority house. So I left her in my room that morning, caked with waterproof make up and dressed in a carefully planned outfit. Little did I know that she would spend the entire day at the hospital, all due to that metal devil.

It was about 10:00 a.m. and she loaded the cart with a few boxes and a small bag. She grabbed the sides of the cart with each hand and began rolling it up the walkway to the doors of Presidential 2. She rolled onto the elevator and exited on the 5th floor. Let me remind you that this was during early move-in so the dorm was essentially empty. As she is moving down the hall, the metal shelf on the top of the cart falls down onto her fingers like a guillotine, severing to the bone.

She quickly found a bath towel in one of my boxes and rushed downstairs with her bleeding hand. The attendant at the front desk who must have been really enjoying the music from her phone hardly looked up at my mom as she stumbled into the lobby. Thankfully she somehow made it to the emergency room by herself before she fainted. I'll spare you the grotesque picture she took of her hand at the time. She learned that the shelf had shattered the bones in her finger and long story short, she had to have surgery. To this day she can't bend her pinky finger correctly and apparently it can tell when weather is coming.

Let this story be a warning to everyone moving in at UA the next couple of weeks. That metal rolling cart is not to be trusted, just stick to the ridiculous oversized rolling boxes.