Friday, June 1, 2007

A new table!

A few weeks back I got an excited phone call from my land lord (In fact I don't think I've ever had a phone call from him where he wasn't excited, I think it has something to do with being a hair dresser) saying that he had a new table and chairs for me and would I mind if he went into my flat to replace my old ones with the new set. Given that he has been reliable in the past and has done me a couple of favours over the years I said I had no problem with him going into my flat while I wasn't there. He thanked me and said I'd love the new table set and if I didn't he'd remove it and bring back the old set. Win win situation or so you'd think.

As I came home that night I looked into his hair dressing salon (it is underneath my apartment) and he saw me and waved frantically at me. I stopped and went in and proceded to get a garbled story about a mess, tables not fitting and him having to do some work to get the table into the flat, I followed him with a bemused expression as we climbed the stairs together. At the top of the stairs i started to get a picture of what had happened.

For anyone that has ever had to move house or apartment I'm sure you'll be familiar with the situation where you buy some piece of furniture, commonly a lounge, assemble it and then when you go to move out find that you can't fit it out of the room that you assembled it in. This was the reverse problem on a bigger scale. Clearly my land lord had gone out and bought, or more likely via some other means had come into possession of this new table and chair set, decided that he didn't want it and he'd fob it off on me, the problem though was that once he got it to the top of the stairs leading into my apartment he discovered that it didn't quite fit through. Now here is where I, in my naive state, would have thought that he'd have given up, called me to say he'd do it another day, or disassembled the table. Clearly hair dressers think differently to me. He proceded to remove the door and then the door frame leading in to my apartment. Unfortunately after all that effort he discovered he still had that  problem at the top of the next set of stairs, so being undeterred he removed that door and frame as well, and finally lo and behold the door into the kitchen was also problematic, but by this stage he'd gotten door frame removal down to a fine art and in a jiffy he had that obstacle removed.

I now have a really nice new table and chairs, it only took a weekend or two to get my doors back.

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