“She wants the toybox. Do you think it will fit in the car?”
I look at said toybox and make a judgement. “Probably. I think it will fit.”
The step-daughter was over to help clean again. Jo, from our Church, was also over helping get thigs organized. The step-daughter and the wife were talking about things we are letting go ad the conversation turned to the old toybox, a nice wooden box with a clasp to hold it shut. They figured it would be useful to put the granddaughter’s collection of toys in and help keep her room clean.
I go pick up the box. It isn’t very heavy, but it is bulky. One of those things that is just difficult to get a grip on and hold for a length of time. “If someone could get the door for me, please?”
Jo is closest to the door and does me a favor and opens it.
The step-daughter is standing in front of me so getting around her is my first challenge. “Would you mind moving, please?”
She steps aside. I take a few steps forward.
The wife asks me something else and I stop again to answer. It was something trivial that could have been done at some other point in time when I’m not trying to carry a bulky toybox out to the car.
I take a few more steps and stop again. There is a brief conversation on where it will go in its new home. I’m starting to feel a little strain holding the toybox but nothing too bad yet.
Then the wife tells Jo the step-daughter has some questions about religion. The step-daughter starts. “I’ve been praying for something for a long time. The Bible says ‘Ask and ye shall receive’ but God hasn’t answered my prayer yet.”
I’m curious as to Jo’s answer so I wait a moment longer.
Jo answers. “God always answers. It is either a ‘yes’, ‘no’, or ‘wait’.”
They go on from there. I would have liked to see where the conversation went but the strain from holding the toybox was beginning to increase.
“I’m just going to take this to the car.”
I maneuver my way over a dog under my feet, past the step-daughter and Jo, and out the door.
I get to the car and open the door. It takes a little adjusting the box to get it to slide into the car, but it does go in. Mission accomplished!
For the ladies out there, if you ask a guy to move a bulky item for you, let them get on with moving it. Don’t make them stand there holding it while you have a conversation. On behalf of all the guys out there, we’d appreciate it.
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