Might as well have been deliverance...

Send the wife out to scope out a good deal for a new washer and dryer, emphasizing the need to be cheap and ensure it includes delivery and pickup of the old ones, i'm too old to be squabling over $50.00 and breaking my back lugging the crap up and down steps.

Great deal secured.

Deliverance, er... I mean delivery begins.

Quiet, delivery shows up at 8:30pm in the evening, right as rug-rats are about asleep.  No problem, let the men get to work...take that back, let the man get back to work.  Man is late 60's, wearing a knee brace / prosthesis thingy on his leg, teeters worse than my mother-in-law, and barely speaks. 

Somewhere, as I'm watching this unfold, i'm imagining a Monty' python or Saturday night live skit.  I'm guilted into helping, just because I can't take the site of this guy muscling around a washer and dryer, up a flight of steps, while I cooly enjoy a frosty mug.  The guy's reluctant to let anyone help, as he thud, thud's and grunts his way through his work.  I keep expecting the guy to drop dead any moment, i briefly wonder if i'm liable for that...

Finally as the task is almost complete, the sound of breaking glass...fortunately it's just my favorite ashtray out back, which has been around since my Marine Corps days, and was wide enough for my favorite cigars, graced the desks of Colonels, Master Gunny's and lowley Sergeants desk's (I remember when you could smoke at your desk!). 

Fortunately the task is done.