Relocation

The parents are away, so Sarah and I nab the couch. It’s destined for the “joint-room,” our communal junk deposit/hang-out spot. We grab sides and drag it upstairs. It gets stuck at the right angle in the hallway. Sarah’s door, which juts out two inches, must go. After an hour, the door is successfully removed (and stays off for the next few years). The couch successfully budges two inches closer to our destination before getting jammed again. We find a handsaw and start sawing at the back legs. With only two legs, the couch slants some, but that’s okay.