June 05, 2014

Day 4: My mom didn't think this was a good idea.

Some days, you just wake up knowing that before the sun sets, you will have squished yourself between two Eastern Europeans.

This wasn't one of those days.  The waking up knowing part, I mean.  I totally did the whole European squishing thing.

The names of these Eastern Europeans are actually still unknown.  But I will say that although our time together was short, we share a bond that can never be broken: together, we delivered a couch to my fully-shower-curtained-but-otherwise-empty apartment.

I found these two men the same way I found the couch: on Craigslist.  It was on Craigslist that I met Kevin, the Asian man who never wears shoes in his apartment and is moving on Thursday.  He and his wife, who emphasized that she also never wears shoes inside, needed to get rid of their brown IKEA couch before the move.  They said they bought it for $600, but were now desperate and willing to take $130.  Which is really my kind of math.

The only problem is that I am a 23-year-old female long distance runner who drives a Mustang.  Neither I nor Roxanne (the Mustang) are built for couch transport.  So, naturally, enter two Eastern European men with a truck.

My mom didn't think it was a good idea.  And okay, Mom, you were probably right.  (Those will be my dying words, by the way.)  But I wanted a couch and Kevin was leaving on Thursday, so I did what I had to.

And what I "had to" was meet Eastern European 1 and Eastern European 2 (they never told me their names, but who does now days?) at Kevin's apartment complex after work.  It was there that I told them that I had taken the subway from my office and could I please get a ride back to my place with them?

I thought that this was a completely normal thing to ask of my unnamed movers.  They, on the other hand, did not.

But God bless their souls, they let me come anyway.

Which is how I ended up squished between two Eastern Europeans, one of whom provided me with no more communication than a grunt, in the cab of a truck that was not designed for two Eastern Europeans and a 23-year-old female long distance runner.

But it all worked out.  I am sitting here now again at Whole Foods (don't tell them I'm using them for their wifi until Comcast man comes on Monday), this time eating organic bok choy, completely alive, un-kidnapped, and the proud owner of Kevin's mocha IKEA sofa.

So see, Mom?  I told you I'd be fine.  This girl's still got a whole lifetime of questionable choices left in her.

"If things seem under control, you are just not going fast enough."
-Mario Andretti