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My bungle wasn't a bungle as much as grim determination to take advantage of a sale. Calgary, Alberta. The week before Christmas. Snowing like crazy. I'm shopping and find a gorgeous wicker chair that's beyond perfect, marked down to next to nothing in a closing-out sale. They won't hold, won't deliver, my boyfriend at the time with a truck is out of town & this thing will never fit in a car. My car? Triumph Spitfire ragtop. I hadn't gotten around to putting the hard-top on, thank goodness, so I did what every Canadian does in this situation.
Put the top down, got the store staff to help me wrestle the chair into the car, wrap it in plastic & tie it down & drove the 5 miles home, in next to a blizzard, with the top down. It provided entertainment for everyone else on the road (lots of honking & thumbs-up), and I got the chair home in perfect condition. The worst part was shoveling out my car & drying it out.
I still have the chair, 3 decades later.
Many years ago—when I had only a bike for transport—I found an mission-style oak student desk at the Salvation Army. A HEAVY oak desk. I thought I would be able to balance it on my bike & push it the 6 blocks home. The staff helped me load it. Got about a block, & was leaning, panting, against a street light, cursing the universe & my own stupidity, when a kind soul with a full-sized van came to my rescue.
Lesson learned. Arrange the transport before you buy something
In preparation for our first group of house guests in our new house, I attempted to reassemble the Ikea bed frame we had disassembled for moving.
After two hours of trying to get the existing hardware to work, I went a little crazy and haphazardly nailed the thing together with a box of 2" nails I found in the closet. Despite being, theoretically, the most unstable way to hold together a bed frame, it stood for many months and many sleeps. Unfortunately, when it was time for a new bed frame, I had to admit to my husband what I had done. He had to saw the thing apart to get it out of there.
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