Eighty percent of the time, I believe in extending small courtesies to the people around me. You know, holding the door/elevator; helping a mom who’s trying wield both a stroller and, well, anything else; lifting the front end of a little push cart up a few stairs; etc. (And no, it’s not 100 % of the time. I have my bitch days like everyone else, where I jab at the “door close” button when someone’s down the hall because I’m not in the mood for human interaction.)
But, the bad karma from that 20% came back around to bite me in the ass a bit over Memorial Day weekend. I mentioned that my goal was to revamp my apartment, hang some pictures, get a kitchen table – and I did!
But the table? My god that sucker was heavy – and bulky, to boot. I like to think I’m pretty strong (I am! Have you seen these guns?), but there was no way I was lifting this thing.
Luckily, a Target employee, from whence the table came, hoisted it into my trunk, and I had the rest of the ride to figure out how it was getting up to my 7th floor apartment.
Then, another stroke of luck – the front desk had a dolly!
Final obstacle – the few marble steps into the building, before I could put it on the hand truck.
I attempted to shuffle the box up the stairs, using leverage, my entire body, and sheer willpower. I was only on the first step when I saw people coming toward me. Three 20-something guys, who were very clearly cut and toned. I’m sure they benched more than me and the box together.
They looked right at me (made eye contact, even), struggling with this beast of a package, and swiftly moved up the stairs, into the building, and were halfway to the elevator before I picked my jaw up off the ground.
Really?? You couldn’t have spared one minute of your time? Are those muscles just for show, never really to be used? Unbelievable.
Shaking my head, I eventually made it up the steps and was trying to get the door, when I heard someone behind me.
“Here, let me hold that for you.“
That guy? The one that actually held the door and helped me in the building the rest of the way?
He was on crutches.
I just wish the Muscle Trio could have seen that.