It's mine. I call her the Monster.
What you don't realize is that rather bedraggled-looking trailer contains all of my worldly belongings, including a lot of boxes. One of those boxes is full to bursting with packing peanuts, which are in turn carefully swaddling a bottle of Borgogno Barolo Riserva 1955, a bottle of Jean Grosperrin 1958, and a selection of midwestern beers and wines. Whoever unpacks that box gets to keep it, and I'll provide for any other brave volunteers from the rest of my supply.
That's right, I'm bribing people to help me unpack in the middle of the night with fine booze. And possibly pizza. Is there a place with reasonably unburnt crusts that delivers around here?
If you want to take me up on the offer, I'll be the fellow lugging boxes up to 507. And furniture too, if nobody responds to my siren call of pizza, booze, and not being able to drive their car in the morning.
Sorry about that. It was the only place I could park her. Also, hello.