Davina said this to me about moving the piano. This puzzed and angered me. Movers hire me! Anyway we get to the house and are shown the piano. We both instinctively grab an end and lift. Piece of cake I say, as soon as we unbolt this baby from the floor we're home free. But of course it wasn't bolted to the floor, it was just gravity. It was a piano shaped dead elephant. This thing was "poop in your pants" heavy, it had to weigh 1000 pounds. We destroyed almost every room in the house getting this beast out. At one point I had to stop Tom who was holding a bureau over his head and was about to toss it out an upstairs bedroom window, it was bad enough that I was rifling through their CDs and snapping the ones that displeased me. There was some disagreement over our time tested moving techniques and there was more than one shoving match, at one point Tom mistakenly took a swing at me and missed, pulverizing a grandfather clock in the hallway. It all worked out in the end though. We got the piano in the truck and Me Tom and Prudence with a big chunk of drywall still in her mouth dusted ourselves off and headed for home. No harm no foul.
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