Rope = Awesome

This morning, I helped my friend Angel move a mattress up 3 flights of stairs. I was notified I would be doing this a few days ago, so it left me little time to prepare. Feeling very Boondock Saints like, I hit the store and picked up a length of rope. 100 ft of nylon goodness. I head to Angel's, rope in car, and assess the situation. Kim would have been there, but her hair was not the right color blue for such a situation. Angel's family told her cousin and I that the box spring was the heaviest, so we should move that first. The box spring was a lie. That was pretty light. We got that up the stairs no problem. The mattress was a different beast all together. So I get the rope out of the car, unwind and make a futile effort to untangle it, drop part of it from the balcony on the 3rd floor, and go back down to secure it to the mattress.

At this point, it was noted that it would have been quicker for the 2 of us to just carry the mattress up the stairs. Those pointing this out were all women, so didn't understand the awesomeness of what was taking place. We ran up the stairs and heaved the mattress up to the 3rd story, arms shredded in nylon ripped glory. Fuelled by victory, we carried the mattress to the bedroom, where it sat atop the box spring and formed a bed that was about 4.5 feet tall.

Unnecessary, you may say. But you were not there. The day belongs to the rope. Also, I now have 100 ft of rope for adventuring. I'm sure it will come in handy soon.