PIVOT…PIVOT…PIVOT

I just helped the buyers for my futon figure out how to get the damn futon downstairs. It was unfortunate. This time, it was the futon and the wacked out architecture of this building that was the culprit. The buyer had cash, was determined to make the futon’s wide dimensions work but her Irish boyfriend drew the unlucky straw. The way this building is built, you would think only Barbie furniture would fit. And there’s an excessive line of sprinkler pipes. They even lined the top of the stairwell ceilings. I bet that Irishmen was wishing this buiding was in violation of the fire code as he huffed and puffed trying to pivot around it. We even had to ask the neighbor to open his door so we had room to move turn the futon. I’m glad to be rid of that futon and the 5 lbs of water weight I loss from the heaving lifting/sweating. Still, I’ll miss that lumpy old futon. It was my third futon in NYC but it was also my favorite.  I spent many nights tossing and turning, praying for a chiropractor (preferably a hot one like those Craiglist ‘masseuses’) to come and knock out the knots. Fairwell good futon…Just got paid…Tuesday night…Party pumpin’…

~ by breadlinepalace on May 14, 2008.