A friend texted to ask if we could stop on the way home to help move her old couch to the curb and carry her new(ish) couch in from her truck.
So 4:45 PM found us struggling a little bit under the weight of an old-fashioned claw foot settee, trying to maneuver it through the storm door and down the concrete steps of the stoop and the walkway without stepping on the two tiny papillons she was doggy day caring for. Meanwhile, she held her own mini cockapoo to keep him from escaping, and three other dogs yapped impatiently in the backyard. Just then Heidi bumped her end forward a little too fast, causing me to stumble slightly.
"Would you ladies like a hand?" a voice offered. It was the postal carrier coming down the street. "There seems to be a lot going on here," he continued.
"Yes please, strong guy," I laughed, holding my end steady while he placed his neat stack of mail on the hood of the truck before stepping in to relieve me.
"You all seem like pretty strong ladies yourself," he replied as he and Heidi moved quickly to the curb and deposited the couch. "But there's nothing wrong with getting a little help."
Nothing at all.
No comments:
Post a Comment