Victorious But Laborious
(My boyfriend is helping me move. I live in a second floor walk-up.)
Boyfriend: “So, what’s next?”
Me: “Um, probably the plastic dresser.”
(The plastic dresser is a three-drawer storage chest. Due to a shortage of boxes, the drawers have been packed full and then taped shut. He appears to be having some trouble.)
Me: “Do you need my help?”
Boyfriend: “I’ve got it. I just can’t quite figure out how to pick it up. It’s unwieldy more than actually heavy. Hang on.”
(He finally gets a grip and lifts it.)
Boyfriend: “Victory is mine!” *starts off down the stairs*
Me: “Wait, how are you going to open—”
Boyfriend: “Oh, crap, a door.”
Me: “Yeah, that.”
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