You Get What You Need
I should have listened to my gut in the first place
Yesterday I was suddenly inspired to move some furniture around.
I even consolidated some items that made it possible for me to throw out a stainless steel cart (dubbed the animal dissection table by a friend) that I initially purchased to hold a gourmet gas grill — but was now being used as a microwave cart — away.
When you look at the cart, it doesn’t look that heavy. I probably never noticed because fully assembled; it has wheels — so I never had to lift it.
Instead of trying to fold the cart as much as it would allow and rolling it to the elevator in my building — I decided to try and take it apart — thinking it would fold up even further — big mistake.
The now half-assembled cart became an unwieldy, hazardous thing. But I was determined even after slicing my right arm on one of the sharp corners. So I had blood starting to drip down my arm onto my dress as I was dragging this thing.
However, I kept hearing this little voice in my head saying, “call Tommy*; he can help.” Tommy lives in my building and is one of my good friend’s seventeen-year-old son. I pay him from time to time to help me move things I can’t.
