A Chico Tale, Not related to beer

Sorry, Dave K. (BTW there's Hoptimum all over the place:-) )

We're in Chico again, helping my daughter move from one side of town to another. One of the last steps is having a yard sale at the old house to get rid of a lot of stuff that doesn't need to be moved, just gotten rid of. Anything left over gets Freecycled.

A nice, older lady with bright red hair and a French accent, driving a late model Mercedes sedan falls in love with a six foot long, low, heavy piece of furniture with a lot of drawers.
I'm sorry, I can't tell you what it's called. Maybe a buffet, I don't know, doesn't matter for this story.

Anyway, she obviously can't take it with her now. She pays and says she'll come back to get it in a little while. Half an hour later, she comes back with her neighbor, a healthy looking young man and driving the SAME car. As they get out of the car, she pops the trunk. I'm skeptical, but the neighbor guy says "We'll just stick the end in as far as we can. We're not going far. It'll be O.K."

We get about two and a half feet into the trunk with the rest of it sticking out at about a 45. Well... maybe... I'm thinking, but we better put some rope on it. The neighbor guy starts tying off to the inside deck lid and he's about to wrap the rope over the top of the thing and then back under to catch the bumper, when a guy who's been at the sale sees what we're up to.

"You're going to put too much torque on it that way. Look, it's already sagging," he says. "You better tie it straight to the top, if anything."

Then he says, and this the point of my story, "Oh, hell, let's just put it the back of my truck. Where you going?"

Isn't that great? I thought it was, and it made about a dozen people who were there smile and feel good about life.

Don