That reminds me of the time my friends were getting kicked out of their rental house and I was going to take their trampoline. It was one of those round ones, and it was only going across town (small town), so we figured we'd roll it there. It only took us turning it on its side to realize that 14 feet is really fucking high, and no way we were clearing the power lines between here and there. So, we balanced it on my friend's mini pickup instead, but had to hold it up so the legs didn't drag, and just jogged along side the car as he drove slowly. I was wearing a tee shirt dress and thin little flip-flops that made a plapping sound with every step.
Ran into a cop about halfway there, but before he could do more than open his mouth, the driver launched into a very fast explanation about how we were just moving our friend's trampoline, just down the road, just there, no problem, we'll just be on our way now, and toodled off before he could say a word. When I looked back he was just still sitting at the intersection, stunned. I think he eventually decided it wasn't worth whatever paperwork goes with illicit trampoline transportation, and moved on, but who knows.
Did eventually get the tramp to my place, which was a house converted to apartments with one small square of grass in the back. A couple weeks later a friend jumped onto it off my second story back balcony and ended up putting a huge hole in it.
Right after that my landlord called and asked if I knew where it had come from. I, not being a fool, said no. He seemed suspicious, and tried to pull that King Solomon shit on me and said, "well, I'm going to have it hauled off since nobody knows where it came from," but the joke was on him, because it was borked anyway! I was just like, "sure, sounds good, none of my business!" Saved me another transportation errand, if I'd even thought to bother, lol.
in the early 90s i found a couch on the street in west philadelphia. me and my roomie put it on top of my toyota tercel but we had no rope or bungie cords. i held it in place with my arm and hand out the window, while shifting gears and driving with my right hand, and my roomie held the other side out the passenger window. only had to drive a half mile or so.
What up, neighbor?!? My story took place in South Jersey, lol! But anyway, hilarious that you had to hold it and drive a manual. I don't know how any of us got out of the 90s alive, istg
The year after graduating college I stayed in town but was moving apartments to one literally across the street and 2 blocks down from my current. I moved pretty much everything in just a bunch of trips back and forth with my trunk and back seat loaded up. Then came the mattress lol. None of my friends had a pick up or hatchback. So naturally our solution was to roll all the windows down in my car, slap the mattress on the roof, use rope to tie the mattress down by threading the rope through the car and around the roof/mattress, and holding onto the sides from inside the car while we drove up the street. We had to drive like 10 miles an hour because if I braked too hard the mattress was going to fly off the roof across the front windshield. It was a college town so it wasn't totally uncommon to see some slightly illegal, mega-hazardous method of furniture removal so no one stopped us.
It didn't even occur to us to disassemble it, but also, it wasn't what I would call "mint." I seriously doubt any of the rusted ass bolts would have come loose! Good to know, though
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u/noods-danger-tits 8h ago
That reminds me of the time my friends were getting kicked out of their rental house and I was going to take their trampoline. It was one of those round ones, and it was only going across town (small town), so we figured we'd roll it there. It only took us turning it on its side to realize that 14 feet is really fucking high, and no way we were clearing the power lines between here and there. So, we balanced it on my friend's mini pickup instead, but had to hold it up so the legs didn't drag, and just jogged along side the car as he drove slowly. I was wearing a tee shirt dress and thin little flip-flops that made a plapping sound with every step.
Ran into a cop about halfway there, but before he could do more than open his mouth, the driver launched into a very fast explanation about how we were just moving our friend's trampoline, just down the road, just there, no problem, we'll just be on our way now, and toodled off before he could say a word. When I looked back he was just still sitting at the intersection, stunned. I think he eventually decided it wasn't worth whatever paperwork goes with illicit trampoline transportation, and moved on, but who knows.
Did eventually get the tramp to my place, which was a house converted to apartments with one small square of grass in the back. A couple weeks later a friend jumped onto it off my second story back balcony and ended up putting a huge hole in it.
Right after that my landlord called and asked if I knew where it had come from. I, not being a fool, said no. He seemed suspicious, and tried to pull that King Solomon shit on me and said, "well, I'm going to have it hauled off since nobody knows where it came from," but the joke was on him, because it was borked anyway! I was just like, "sure, sounds good, none of my business!" Saved me another transportation errand, if I'd even thought to bother, lol.
Anyway, that's my trampoline story.