Reaching the ground floor, and regaining our breadths, we only had the front doors to get through. But once again the lounge was being stubborn. We pushed it through. Tony noticed, nervously, that this had resulted in a small rip on the top. Kevin was going to hit the roof!
Once we got the couch to Tony�s apartment block we had the same problem. There were only stairs. We repeated our clever couch maneuvers and ended up at Tony�s door. But this time we struck a seemingly insurmountable barrier: the damned couch was too big to go through the door. By this time I was ready to push the monster out the nearest window and watch it smash into a mass of twisted metal, broken wood and pieces of fabric, on the pavement below. But I couldn�t get it through a window let alone a door!
By this time I was ready to push the monster out the nearest window and watch it smash into a mass of twisted metal, broken wood and pieces of fabric, on the pavement below.
Rationality returned with the arrival of Kevin and we came up with a lateral solution. By turning the couch on its back we managed to push it through the door - until we reached the middle. Then it refused to budge. With Tony at one end and me at the other we gave the couch an almighty shove and it finally went through.
The poor couch�s battle scars were more than obvious as we placed it against the lounge room wall. The tear was visible and there was grime, dust and dirt all over the arms and legs.
With some trepidation, I mentioned the tear to Kevin. His reaction was like a slow Vesuvius erupting. When it came out it was with an almighty knocking over of a chair followed by a set of keys hitting me in the stomach. Once he calmed down, he wanted the full explanation of the tear. But by now, the couch had totally exhausted me and I hardly had the energy to stand up, let alone tell the story of this couch�s war record.
This dressing down topped off a totally rotten removal job. I had bitter feeling now towards the couch and couldn�t care less if I ever saw the damned thing again. My couch troubles were summed up well in a famous movie review of a bad movie: �From hell it came and to hell
