This mirror is almost as tall as I am and a few feet wide. With nowhere to grip but the accentuated edge, I found it very difficult to pick it up without protecting my hand with the sleeve of my shirt.
Once at the car, I couldn't lift it into the back. After trying many positions to grip it, then unseccessfully squatting before I lifted it, and finally accidentally breaking bits of the glass corners, I finally got it in the van. I drove it down my long driveway and then freaked out.
How in the world would I get this out of my van to the curb? At least it didn't take me another 20 minutes, but I struggled with the blasted thing for a good long time before I laid it to rest near the mailbox.
Today as my 11 year old son and I took notes for his research paper on Patrick Henry, my son watched the trash men effortlessly pick up that mirror in less than a 60 seconds. In a matter of minutes, they tossed that heavy mirror, the trash can's contents, and other doomed items. My son couldn't stop laughing at the contrast.
I guess it's time for me to hit the weights at the gym.
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| I bet this guy could've lifted my mirror. |
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