This is a 3 Stooges movie waiting to happen.
We have to go move a piano. But first we have to drive to Jacksonville
to get a truck (2.5 hours). Then we have to drive north to Edenton (3
hours) to where my piano and other artifacts of childhood are stored.
Then we have to drive back here so that Scott can go to work tomorrow (3
hours).
And there's ice on the ground.
And it's a big piano.
And it's just the two of us.
If you've ever tried to move something with someone who's not your
height, you how how difficult that may be. As Scott is a full foot and a
half taller than me, basic physics says that if we carry ANYTHING
massive I take the bulk of the weight because I'm closer to the ground.
It'll be fine for us to move many of the items as I could probably carry
them by myself if they weren't so awkward to hold onto. But the piano...
How the hell are we going to get a piano onto a pick-up truck, Scott?
Huh? Please tell me. I can see it now: I'll be squashed between it and
the ice and you'll have to get a pancake flipper to get me off the ground.
And then we have to have a pick-up truck with a "Semper Fi" sticker on
the back window in the driveway all week. Either the neighbors will
think that Scott went away and I brought someone else in to play, or
that Scott was foolish enough to trade in his beautiful Honda engine for
a domestic catastrophe.
*Tiffany procrastinates in brushing her teeth and begins to weep
uncontrollably*
Save me!
Posted by Tiffany at January 29, 2004 09:09 AM