This one day my flatmate and I had this great idea to buy a bean bag. Instead we got an 'Ultimate Sac'. Great idea? Not so much. We then had to go and pick the 'Sac' up from the Lower East Side (A good 120 blocks south of our apartment). The flatmate in question then abandoned the cab on Park Ave and left me to transport the 'Sac' up six floors to the apartment. I believe I forgot to mention that the 'Sac' is the size of a double bed and does not fit through doors well. Or at all. So picture this: Morgs dragging a giant red Sac along the street and trying to push it through 3 doors. We haven't even got to the elevator yet. So I get to the elevator and I heave this thing inside. Then I realise there's no room for me in the elevator. I then have to remember the skills I learn't in 6th form physical education class.. I procede employ my high jump skills. I then find my self riding the elevator on top of this giant red 'Sac'. I can only imagine what the person looking at the security camera saw. Hilarious. I then had to face the task of maneuvering the red sac out. Luckily a pocket sized Mexican man sensed I was in distress. He came to my rescue. I got the Sac inside, after 1hour. Success.
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| Awesome illustration by the flatmate JK |
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| Flatmate illustrating the sheer size of the red beast. |
Peace, Morgs
Ah ha ha I can't wait to meet this sac. I am crying with laughter, even though its the third time I have heard/read this story.
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