After bribing a dude friend to help me and my dad carry all of my furniture to my third floor walk up, I've started getting a few last things delivered and am oh-so-exhausted from dragging it all up to the apartment. The biggest battle in the war on heavy shit was the queen size Casper mattress I had delivered. It came in a pretty big 70lb box. To get it from the building where all of the mailboxes for the apartment complex are, I had to use a little 4-wheeled cart (You know, like the one we all had in elementary school gym class that would run over your fingers at least three times before class was over) to get it from the mail to my car and the get it from the car to my building. I was not looking forward to wrangling it up the stairs like an awkward rodeo clown with a greased hog. But inspiration struck as I grappled with the beast on the first stair: tire flip that shit! I felt like a champion. Because I'm pretty sure I am.
