moving the hide a bed with a friend

you get what you pay for

I was popular in university.

Well. Most of the time, not really. But in April when people were moving back to Onterrible for the summer, or off to tree plant for a few months, friends couldn’t get enough of me.

You see, my dad had a truck. The basement at my parents house was unfinished. I was a one man moving and storage company. Well, sort of like a company, but instead of money, I was paid with pizza. This pizza cost considerably less money than what was on offer. But as the dude with the truck, I took what I could get.

Hide-a-beds. Everyone seemed to have them. Back in the early 90’s they were different than they are now. These days, a sofa converts into a bed through a process of sliding and rearranging cushions. Back then? Back then things were different.

The hide-a-beds of old were a vicious construction of razor sharp metal coils and slats all sandwiched into a spring loaded nightmare. Most were more akin to a vicious razor wielding jack in the box than a place for a restful night…