The Tough Journey of Getting A Coffee Table To The Dumpster

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It looked similar to the one in the picture. 

For a minute now I've been wanting to get rid of my nice faux leather coffee table. I purchased it years ago from Rooms To Go. It was nice and could hold everything I needed it to. However, it was goo big. In recent times I needed the space that it was taking up in my living room. I wanted to be able to comfortably do yoga, stretch, and do flips. I also preferred a coffee table that could be easily moved out of the way and it wasn't that. So it had to go. 

On Sunday March 8th I was finally able to get rid of the coffee table, but it wasn't easy. I had to drag it out of the house because it was too heavy for me to pick up. Upon dragging it out, I made it to the front porch, but realized the stairs were getting in the way of my already hard work. I couldn't drag it down some stairs, so someone needed to help me. 

You know how we tell children not to talk to strangers? Well, that also applies to cute women like me. I shouldn't walk up to strangers. I know it. It's dangerous in these apartment streets. However, a girl gots to do what a girl gots to do. I had to find someone. 

Usually there are men outside working on their cars all the time. While working, they blast music to keep themselves entertained. Yeah, none of them were out. I had to a little walking in order to find a man, but I found one and asked. He immediately said yes. He followed me and grabbed up the coffee table. It wasn't too heavy for him. 

Now it is gone. There was no changing my mind. Really there wasn't. People in these streets don't like furniture get taken by trash people. They grab the stuff up and refurnish if they need to. For real, I walked out a little later that day and it wasn't at the dumpster. Someone had taken it. 

Oh yeah, someone once asked me if I had ever had sex on that table. I hadn't, but a new one can always be purchased for that activity. Maybe; if another guy lets me get comfortable enough to invite him over. But that's a post for another time.