About a month ago, when I had the unfortunate leaky apartment and I asked you guys to help me find the bright side, some of you mentioned taking the opportunity to rearrange and maximize my space, organize, and whatnot. And so I did. Not only did I rearrange, but I’ve been ordering new pieces from Target left and right. The perk of the delivery option is, obviously, that I don’t have to lug the furniture from the store to my home. However, I still have get it from the lobby to the seventh floor. Thank god for elevators and dollies.
But, when the last piece arrived just the other day and the dolly was already signed out, I figured I’d waddle it upstairs on my own. Yes, waddle. I bought a bookcase that comes up to my shoulders and is about two feet wide. There’s really no graceful way to carry it down the hall.
The perk about it being so tall, though, was that I had no trouble seeing this safety sign printed on the top:
- TEAM LIFT (and the rest of the message) suggests that I shouldn’t have been lifting this on my own. And yet, somehow I managed. Either Target severely underestimates its employees or I really am Wonder Woman.
- The typos. Ohhhhh, the typos. My inner geek was (not so) secretly thrilled and overwhelmed at seeing so many in one place. Not only do we have a couple extra letters in “either” (“edither”) and “bulky” (“bullky”), but apparently they’re talking about handling safety, itself, as opposed to safely handling something. Now I don’t know what I’m doing.
And the bonus? There was another sign on the edge of the box:
I’m going to assume that “complint” means “compliant,” but where does formaldehyde come in for a bookcase? I hear that word and think of the biology lesson where everyone tried to get out of dissecting the frog. And last time I checked, I didn’t see any frogs in the packaging.
Maybe there’s a follow up delivery?