"Some assembly required may hurt you or a loved one." - Tim Allen"I have two tasks I want to accomplish today," she said. "One of them is...remember that desk we put together? Well, I want to move that upstairs. And two..." I interrupted, "Fuck. Are you serious?"
It was the kind of question only a good friend can get away with asking a friend in need. But then again, help moving that sumbitch is something you could only ask of a really good friend. She was serious and she knew I'd help. Just like when I'd helped put it together. The desk was a pain in the ass to assemble and one heavy bastard to get upstairs. But, as we said, looking at it on the first floor, "We've moved worse...not much worse. But still..." "Two" was painting the room the desk had been in, but once we'd taken off a section of the desk ("You saved the instructions, knowing you." I said cockily. She hadn't.), end-over-ended it up the stairs and put it back together with a slightly ill-fitting Allen wrench we decided to just go to lunch instead.
After this many years, she just knows I'll come back to help with the painting. Just like she helps me. We're even, though no one's keeping score. I help paint and move heavy things, she makes sure I don't turn in anything that's not perfect according to the MLA guidelines. That bitch can spot a transgression of MLA at 40 paces in any language! And, speaking of being helpful, she can also tell me "Yeah, they actually do make you look fat." or "Mi 'ja, pull your head out!" when I'm not thinking.
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