The dilemma: modern day, oversized couches, too big to fit in 1940s apartment complex!!!
There are moments in life where I want to give up, maybe even pout, or just ask “why me?” I found myself in one of those moments when our movers brought the couches, that they had just moved half way across the country, were stuck in our stairwell in our new place in Drexel Hill. As my interior frustration grew, I looked at Lauren, whose heart might have seemed broken because of the discomfort of the feeling of seeing our couches not make it into our home. I realized at this moment that there was only one thing to do; I must arise to the occasion and get those darn couches either sold or in our apartment.
So after posting the couches on Craigslist and seeing what my options were for storing the couches somewhere else in town (which would have be a fun exercise of renting a big van or truck and navigating Philly streets still as a novice east coaster). After all failed, I tried to barter with the truck driver and sell the two couches to him at what he said was “an awesome deal.” He called his wife and after conferring with her, the deal was a no go. We were running out of options!
Finally, I called down to the rental office and somehow got hold of them (this might be a small miracle because they never answer when you call). In all humility, I told her about our couches and asked what people normally do when this happens (figuring that I wasn’t the first in this predicament), She gave me some exciting and scary news. She told me that maintenance would pop out the window and give us a ladder if I could track down a team of guys to help push (and pull) the couches through the huge window that would lead to our living room. There was only one thing to do. Lauren and I called every person in Philly that we knew (about four people and one we had just met a night or two before). But we decided this was no time for the niceties of friendship but a time for action…those couches needed to go up! After gathering a team together around 5 pm (the moved started around 9 am that day), we were ready to finish what we had started. The ladder was set, then men in place (prayers to our angels being said by our wives) and within in two minutes we had successfully pushed (and pulled) two couches through our front window. This was a moment that deserved a fist pump!!! Our couches were in and Lauren and I could now rejoice that all was well and were finally moved in to our new home outside of Philadelphia! We can’t think Erik, Jim, Chris, and Jared enough for sacrifice the drive over to our apartment to help with this great endeavor! Thanks for a great memory and even better story!
Relief!
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