- Pizza
- Beer
- Sexual Favors
I recently helped my sister in law move (heh, scratch #3 from that list) out of mom and dad's house, and I remembered why I don't like moving.
Especially when stairs are involved. Seriously, why do people rent 2nd-floor apartments???
The plan started out simple: Meet up at noon Saturday. Gf and I, sis in law, a few of her other friends, and 2-3 trucks to move stuff. With luck, we can get it all done in two hours, three tops.
Her friends, um, forgot. The only truck we had was "Dad's" old beat-up pickup, but we will make it work.
I gulped, since I would be the only man there. This means the majority of the heavy lifting would be done by yours truly.
Moving was slow but steady. About 4 hours into the process (and about 50% progress) one of the truck tires begins to leak.
The valve stem had a small crack in it, and if you put pressure on the stem the leaking stopped.
...so what did I do?
Why, I improvised, of course. By wedging a pebble between the rim and the stem, the leak stopped. A few layers of electrical tape later, we were good to go and making trips again.
Seriously, isn't this awesome? Manliness achievement unlocked.
Your move, McGuyver. Beat THAT, Chuck Norris.
After moving everything in to the apartment, pizza arrived. Beer was distributed. Relaxation commenced. Then we tried to move furniture into place...
...and the bed wouldn't fit.
It was a one-bedroom apartment, and sis' 5yo kid was getting the real bedroom. Sis was converting a walk-in closet into her "Bed Hole" and measured to make sure her bed would fit.
The measurement was off by about an inch. The box spring wouldn't fit.
...so what did I do?
Beer-basted Brandon offered to trim down the box spring by an inch to make it fit.
The ladies, of course, loved the idea.
So I found an electric saw, chopped the box spring in half, and trimmed it down the middle just a smidge.
Power tools + alcohol. This isn't the first time...
10 minutes (and a few laughs) later, we had the bed into place. It barely fit, but it did fit. And that's what counts, right?
It was a masterpiece.
BEHOLD, THE BED HOLE!!
...just don't look under the sheets... |
And besides, I grew up in the ghetto. I should embrace my talents and not be embarrassed by them...
Isn't moving fun? I hope I don't have to do it myself anytime soon...