Moving Sucks!

Sunday was horrible and I would like to blame Steve for it. There is a reason why moving ranks #2 on the list of 'Things I Really Hate To Do,' and that reason is mainly because I am lazy and out of shape. Another reason is that it never goes as planned. Never. I once help my mom pull out the couch so she could clean behind it, and it turned into a hour ordeal moving this and that for just a second. I digress, I asked Steve about a week ago to help me win a chili cook off at work with his awesome chili recipe. He did, and I won, it was glorious. In return for helping me he asked if I could help him move something this past Sunday. My gut instinct was to say no, but he is my Steve, and he did help me win the chili cook off, so I said ok. He said he needed help getting a fold out bed and I was thinking a futon, turns out it was a hideabed. That's fine; it's all good we can get this taken care of. So we take his sister's truck to go get the thing, it is at his cousin's ex-fiancé’s parents house, and apparently the break-up was not a good one. So we get there and it is so totally awkward. The just pretty much stare at us. The couch is down stairs and we go down there and this thing is huge. So Steve and I get to work and it takes us 30-45 minutes to get the thing up the stairs. I get pinned against the wall at one point and Steve stabs his finger on a staple, and I quote; "All the way into the meat!" So we finally get it up the stairs and out the door making our way to the truck. I couldn't take anymore and made Steve take a break. At this point the ex's dad is asking Steve how he is doing. The guy is an EMT and is getting worried about him. Steve asks for some water and the guy gives him the hose and turns it on. So here is Steve drinking from the hose trying not to pass out and the guy's wife comes out to see if Steve needs a glass and the guy says; "We are men and men drink from the hose." I think that he didn't want Steve in his house if he was going to have a heart attack or something. At this point the dad and the ex help us lift the couch into the truck and we leave. By the time we get back to Steve's it has been a couple of hours and we are good to go to unload this thing. We do and it is not that far to go to get it into his basement, there are cellar doors that go right into the room he wants it. Thing is, it wouldn't fit through the doors of his basement room. Then after taking some measurements we realize it will not fit down the stairs either, so the whole thing was a bust. We end up loading it back onto the truck and leaving it at his sister's house. Steve said she could have it, but would have to unload it herself. All that wasted effort for nothing, it would have been so cool to have it in the Man-Cave, but I guess it was not meant to be.