Ok, so there's an incredibly smart, absolutely beautiful girl who works in the same office I do. She's moving to a new apartment where she has washer/dryer connections, and I have a spare washer and dryer. (Current apt. has no connections, so I stacked them in the corner.) These are not stackables, they're the full things -- hundreds of pounds or whatever. So I am going to let her borrow them until I move again.
So I get them outside, and I've forgotten how heavy they are. Moving them required unattractive grimacing and loud grunts, so I performed this task before she showed up. I was hoping she would look at them and say "Wow, those are heavy! You must be a strong beast of a man!" and swoon. Unfortunately the hot water at my apt. complex has been playing up so they've littered the front of the apartments with temporary above-ground pipes. The entire "wheel" chapter of my fifth grade science text is now useless for moving these things. The conversation will now go as follows.
*girl recovers from swoon*
Her: So . . . here's the rolling thingy to get these to the car.
Me: Err, there are all these pipe things in the way.
Her: Well, you said you could just pick them up.
Me: Umm, I did say that, didn't I.
. . .
Me: I don't suppose you can get this off me, can you?
Next time I'm gonna date one of the girls off ESPN that lift Volkswagons or something.