Due to my horrible hand-eye coordination and ehh first teacher, I wasn't very good at playing the piano. Looking back at my lessons, I realized I used muscle memory to get by. But as an adult, I decided I wanted to continue learning by taking lessons again.
After a few weeks of searching for a cheap piano on Craigslist, I found the winner. It's nothing fancy, but I'm not really picky. It's a little dusty, with some scratches, a few keys stick to each other and the damper pedal doesn't work, but I don't care.
Craigslist ad |
TMF, "You only brought TWO ratchet straps to move the piano?!?!"
BF, "What? What do you mean?"
TMF, "You're only going to use those two straps to secure that piano?"
BF, "What's wrong with those?"
TMF, "Are those enough?"
BF, "Oh please."
After speaking to the seller for a few moments, I returned to BF and AB, his coworker friend, quickly securing and moving the piano on the dolly.
TMF, "Oh, you DID bring more straps!"
BF, "Don't you worry, I got straps."
TMF, "Really?"
BF, "I got straps you don't even know about!"
BF, "I got straps & straps and more straps."
TMF, "Why didn't you just answer me the first time I asked?"
BF, "Where's the fun in that? I got straps."
He loves to ruffle my feathers to the point where I want to punch his arm and kick his shins.
When we arrived at the house, BF backed the trailer to the front door. He pushed while I steered and together we placed the piano in its new home.
I am extremely tickled with the piano and I think BF is too. As soon as it was in place, he demanded I grab the bench from the back seat, so we could sit and play. Next thing I knew, we were playing Heart & Soul.
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