Bits Of Babbling

Bedroom Tire: The Prequel

Gather 'round kids, its time for another story! This time I'll tell you about the story before the story. What adventures did this explorer find previous to the highway, what strange and exciting characters did he meet? Find out below! (I promise not to introduce Jar-Jar into this story... though I think its too late!)

Before I go any further, the previously mentioned "Tire Story" can be found tucked away here

My mom on occasion will go work out at the gym in an attempt to stay healthy and fit, she has a trainer guy there who will help her out with her routine etc etc etc. She found out that he was moving out of his apartment thanks to the wondrous thing known as "Marriage" and was trying to get rid of some furniture. Never one to pass up the opportunity to help somebody by purchasing unwanted furniture on the cheap, she decided to buy an entertainment center thing for my apartment.

During my lunch hour, I drove up to his apartment following my mom and sister in my little '98 Ford Ranger to pick up this concoction of wood and glass. When we arrived and got it I found out that it was larger than she described and quite heavy. To transport it from the apartment to the bed of my truck it took me on one end, the trainer on the other end, and my sister helped out as best she could from the middle. Hoisting it up from the curb to the truck also proved to be a difficult task, but eventually we were able to secure it to the truck and were ready to roll. To give you a better idea of its size, it was about the same size as my truck bed, so picture it about the same as a small truck's bed.

It was at this time that my mom asked if I wanted to go grab something to eat - I wasn't thrilled at the idea of sitting down someplace with a giant bit of furniture hanging out the back of my truck and declined the invitation. So I got in my car and she got in hers and we parted ways. There is just one little problem, I was under the impression we would both be heading home to unload the wooden monstrosity and she was under the impression that I wanted to drive back to work with that thing in my truck.

I didn't pick up on the fact she wasn't following me home because I thought she took a different route home in an attempt to beat me there. No such luck. I waited... and waited... and waited some more until I finally figured she wasn't coming. Now, a normal person might go back to work at this point. I, however, was not prepared to do that because I wanted that hunk of wood chunks out! It was clear what I had to do: Remove the offending object.

This would probably be a good time to ask how exactly I intended to do this, it did after all take 2 - 3 people to get it into the truck in the first place! Tack on the fact I am not exactly going to be winning any trophies at weight lifting competitions due to my skinny body and we have one heck of a problem. But what I lack in brawn, I do try to make up in brains - a true case of mind over matter!

So how did I do it? I'm remiss to tell the answer, nobody but myself knows. I think it might be fun to see what kind of guesses people can come up with though - I will promise you that I had no outside help. Furthermore, I not only removed it from my truck without damaging the furniture, but I also moved it to the back of the garage.

After moving it and leaving to go back to work, I left the garage door open and the blanket we had used to keep the furniture from scratching the truck bed laying in the driveway to ensure my mom would see it when she got back to the house. Sure enough, when I got back home my mom was there inquiring as to how I was able to move it. She was also pretty mad because she was afraid I could have killed myself in the process, or at least injured myself. I assured her I wouldn't have moved it if I felt I would have been in danger. I also joked she didn't know she had Superman for a son - just keep me away from kryptonite.

Her trainer thinks I'm lying, "He had to have had help" but my mom knows better, she knows that there is no way I asked any of the neighbors to help me. She is absolutely correct about that too, not only do I not like the neighbors and wouldn't lie about receiving help, but I would have been too stubborn and proud to let them help me even if they asked. This was the linchpin for my personal entertainment in the little mystery I had created, knowing that the personal trainer thought it impossible for me to move it. Good times!

So how is this a prequel to the tire story you might ask? Well the reason my truck had gone into the shop was that this furniture was heavy enough to break my tailgate. It wouldn't close after this happened.

That’s it for now, hope you enjoyed the tale, feel free to share ideas of how I could have moved the entertainment center using only my brains, body, and a few items from the garage!

Posted by Michael at April 30, 2004 04:57 PM