Cheaper than LaLaFitness and a bigger ego boost to boot

by Angela K. Durden 

Sooooo...this morning I'm out in the parking lot of my condo at the dumpster taking a sledge hammer to a sleeper sofa some idiot off the street decided they could dump in our parking lot late last night.

The County will not pick up whole furniture unless you call them and they bring a special truck and a special charge along with it.

So we try to save money by knocking it apart ourselves. See? Thrifty, that's us. 

Mizz Liz is helping haul the pieces to the dumpster. The Little Person is helping, too. Out walks a neighbor fella and offers to help. His man muscles came in handy with that Phillips head screw driver separating the metal bed from the sofa frame. We all thanked him.

Then this other neighbor walks out and he stands on various parts to keep it from walking while I swing away at the joints. Gladly, I might add. Cheaper than slinging weights at LaLaFitness.

Of course, my ego was stroked mightily during this time. Neighbor One complained that he was too old for this. I thought a saw a droplet of sweat as he unscrewed the bed. 

I said, "Oh, don't give me that I'm-too-old stuff."

He said, "I'm older than you!"

Well, you know where that conversation headed. Suffice it to say I shall not tell you my age, but I will tell you this: He thought I was a lot younger than him. 

Oh, how I crowed. 

I said, "Oh, everybody heard it! I have witnesses. You think I'm in my forties..."

Oops. I just told you how old I am. Damn it.