It was the fourth quarter when the phone ran. She told me who she was with and what they were trying to do and said that they needed a man. I let out a sigh and said that I would be there.
They were in the first floor kitchen when I got there; we then walked up to the third floor where the queen size sleep sofa was lying on its side just inside of the doorway. I was told that it was about two inches too large to get it through the doorway.
After a moment of staring at the sofa I was asked what I was doing. I gave the answer "Thinking" which wasn't untrue. I was thinking how I always get stuck in these situations. Once I had a plan, I heaved the sofa to stand it on end, turned it a hundred and eighty degrees and twisted most of it through the doorway. What still remained in the hallway took a lot of coaxing to get it passed the jamb.
"That wasn't too bad," someone said. "Yeah, I much rather move sleep sofas instead of watching the Patriots win."
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