THE MUMMY'S CURSE

While perusing a catalog one day, shortly after we'd moved to Florida (circa 2001), we came upon a storage unit in the shape of the sarcophagus of Tutankhamun. It was magnificent. Therefore, we didn't debate long and ordered one to be shipped to our condo.
Then the troubles began. First of all, it arrived within a week as an "outside" delivery. Yes, they dropped the "Six foot-plus" crate at our front door! And we felt we had been cursed!
Knowing it would be impossible to get this "monster" up the stairs, we opted to uncrate the behemoth where it sat.
As you can well imagine, the only means to move the unit was for me to lie flat on my back, on the stairs, while Fabian lowered the tomb on top of me. I then proceeded to push "Tut" up the stairs, hand over hand, with Fabian's help.
Once, we were well into the living room, we quickly realized that the whole thing was top-heavy and would not stand on its own. Curses, foiled again!
We called the man who had just built our bookcases and begged his assistance. He came and (for a modest fee) attached the unit to the wall, where it sits to this day filled with DVD's.
All in all, it was quite an ordeal. Thanks, "Tut." Hugs and Curses!.
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