Dead End Print

I was helping a friend move a piano recently.  As we tried to move the mammoth, we tilted, lifted, rolled, whatever the hell it took to get it down the stairs and out the door.  Now, the piano is the most extreme object I’ve had to move, but you go through the same shit trying to get a couch through the door, or kitchen table, whatever.  It occurred to me, especially when moving the piano, that moving pieces of furniture in and out of buildings is like one of those puzzles in one of the Saw movies.  You know, you need to solve the puzzle or you die.  Fucking ridiculous, man.  Moving this piano was literally a stupid fucking puzzle that would kill us if we didn’t do it right.  Especially when the anchor man was getting run over by the piano.  Seriously, this poor guy was about two inches from going down with the ship and becoming a Thanksgiving pancake.  Luckily, he survived, and we didn’t need to clean him up with a mop.  Happy  Thanksgiving, you didn’t die moving a piano.