I have decided that this summer I will move out. I no longer want to live with roommates. Don’t get me wrong–roommates can be great–but I’m at that phase on my life where I need to live on my own. Part of living on my own is acquiring, as a friend once put it, the trappings of permanence: furniture, appliances; you know, stuff.
My sister called the other day to let me know that she and her husband were getting rid of their old couch, and that if I wanted it I could have it. I didn’t have a place to put the couch (summer’s a ways off, FYI), but my sister successfully convinced my parents to allow me to store it in their garage for the next few months. All I had to do was move it, and my brother-in-law offered to help me get it out of their house and into a truck he had lined up for me to borrow.
I had come straight from work to my sister and brother-in-law’s house, so the clothes I wore were not really ideal for moving. But I didn’t really see this as an issue. All I had to do was move one couch. No big deal.
Getting the couch out of the house was tricky, but we managed. Loading it into the back of the truck, however, is where things (well, really, just one thing) went awry.
Hopping onto the bed of the truck, I heard a riiiiiiiip! It was then I realized that I had torn a hole in the crotch of my pants. This alone is bad news–especially because I had just bought these pants not even two months ago–but things got worse: every riiiiiip! move riiiiiiip! I riiiiiip! made riiiiiip! caused riiiiiiip! the riiiiiip! to riiiiiip! get riiiiiiip bigger. By the time I arrived at my parents’, the hole now spanned the top of my zipper all the way to my knee.
So you see, kids, I might have saved hundreds of dollars in acquiring some life equity, but lost my pants in the process. Nothing in life is free.
3 Comments
January 8, 2009 at 12:00 am
It could have been worse. You could have been in the process of acquiring some new pants and destroyed your couch in the process.
Good luck in the “stuff” acquisition phase of your life! If you graphed it, it will probably look like a bell curve.
January 13, 2009 at 12:30 am
I’m not surprised something like that happened to you. Keep the pants though- you never know.
January 19, 2009 at 8:09 pm
Dude…I went all the way to California to help you buy pants and how do you repay me?!?! You shred them into bits. Tramp.