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A little before I moved out of my mom's house, back in 1993, a friend was giving up a desk, so I look it. I don't know where he got it, but it seemed pretty old at the time. It couldn't have been any more recent than 1970. It was a major piece of furniture in my one-bedroom apartment for four years. I had my big TV on one end, across from my couch, and my little stereo on the other. It was in my place at the duplex for seven years. Then it came here. It was wooden, with a large and heavy formica top. Did I mention it was heavy? Cyn couldn't get one end off the ground.
When I got it, my friend and I had to carry it around the back of my mom's house, into the basement. There was a foot of snow on the ground, and we were having trouble. I suggested we turn it upside down, and slide it across the snow. He didn't think I was serious, but I was. It didn't work. The front edge dug into the snow, and it wouldn't move. So we had to turn it back over, and keep slogging. My sister, watching out a window, was laughing her ass off.
A couple of saturdays ago, when my friend came to deliver our new desk, the first thing I had him do was help me carry the old one out to the curb. We had to unscrew the legs from the bottom, and still struggled a bit. It was still a good desk, so I figured it would go pretty quickly. The following wednesday, a woman stopped by to look, and asked Cyn to hold onto it, and she would be by the next morning to take it. Cyn put a "sold" sign on it. After two days, Cyn e-mailed her, but she didn't respond. You'd think that through the faceless internet, she would have had the nerve to say she didn't want it after all.
On saturday, I decided that if it wasn't gone by monday morning, I'd have to call for a pickup. I didn't really want to do that, since it costs money. Sunday morning, some time after Cyn brought in the paper, someone stripped the (presumably brass) drawer handles. It was then officially fit only for the dump. I mentioned that we could drive it to the dump if it fit in Cyn's wagon. She asked if it would fit if we took the top off. I decided that if we could get the top off, we could cut it up so that the regular trash pickup would take it. So we did.
I cut the top into three pieces (Cyn had trouble lifting just one piece). I saved the hardwood boards for firewood, and cut or broke up the rest. The drawers broke up surprisingly easily. It sure was solid when it was in my house, though. Good old desk.
When I got it, my friend and I had to carry it around the back of my mom's house, into the basement. There was a foot of snow on the ground, and we were having trouble. I suggested we turn it upside down, and slide it across the snow. He didn't think I was serious, but I was. It didn't work. The front edge dug into the snow, and it wouldn't move. So we had to turn it back over, and keep slogging. My sister, watching out a window, was laughing her ass off.
A couple of saturdays ago, when my friend came to deliver our new desk, the first thing I had him do was help me carry the old one out to the curb. We had to unscrew the legs from the bottom, and still struggled a bit. It was still a good desk, so I figured it would go pretty quickly. The following wednesday, a woman stopped by to look, and asked Cyn to hold onto it, and she would be by the next morning to take it. Cyn put a "sold" sign on it. After two days, Cyn e-mailed her, but she didn't respond. You'd think that through the faceless internet, she would have had the nerve to say she didn't want it after all.
On saturday, I decided that if it wasn't gone by monday morning, I'd have to call for a pickup. I didn't really want to do that, since it costs money. Sunday morning, some time after Cyn brought in the paper, someone stripped the (presumably brass) drawer handles. It was then officially fit only for the dump. I mentioned that we could drive it to the dump if it fit in Cyn's wagon. She asked if it would fit if we took the top off. I decided that if we could get the top off, we could cut it up so that the regular trash pickup would take it. So we did.
I cut the top into three pieces (Cyn had trouble lifting just one piece). I saved the hardwood boards for firewood, and cut or broke up the rest. The drawers broke up surprisingly easily. It sure was solid when it was in my house, though. Good old desk.
