Friday, August 8, 2014

Hand Truck

Eleven years ago I bought a hand truck and never used it. Today I had to move a useless piece of furniture to the dumpster and freed my hand truck from my storage space. I deftly slid the lever under the desk and rolled it outside and right to the dumpster, making a minimum of noise on uneven pavement.
I replaced the desk with a bookcase. A job well done. Then I looked at my partner, my long ignored hand truck. It was obvious to me I had a gift that I needed to share. I plan on scheduling time each day to circulate the neighborhood with my valuable ally, asking people if they needed anything moved from one place to another, quickly and quietly.
I see this going somewhere. More friends, more dates, more respect.

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