azurelunatic

Every now and then at DeVry College of Knowledge, they sell off the old techie stuff to make room for the new. This time, they were selling the Help Desk.

That's right, the Help Desk. That beat-up, scarred piece of furniture that

ralmathon used to sit behind, is now sitting in my room. At least, I think it's the Help Desk. It sure looks like the Help Desk. It might not be wide enough to have been that actual Help Desk, but it's ... something. And I think it's cool, in a very sick and twisted piece-of-$10-furniture way.

But wait. No car. So how did Azz get the Help Desk from school, a nice short walk away, to home? Well, Azzie has friends. Specifically, with the addition of

evealone to the group of people I know, there are wheels.

evealone has a car, aging, that reminds me in body-shape and attitude something of

votania's late car. It's not a large car.

So

evealone looks at the desk, estimates the size of his car, and nods his approval of the project. I buy the desk, and arrange to come back for the thing after we are done with classes for the day.

The loading dock guy helps

evealone wrestle the small monstrosity onto a cart, and it is wheeled out of the building to the car. We think it will fit through the trunk into the fold-down back seats. Ha. Did I say ha?

The loading dock guy, Mike, stands there thinking about it;

evealone already has plans. The drawers are removed, and the back doors of the car are opened -- the desk fits inside, across the back seat.

Sort of.

"Which way do I have to turn to get to your house?"

evealone asks. I tell him. "Okay", he says, and maneuvers the desk around so one door is shut, and the other one is wide open, desk hanging out. "I think I can get away with this once", he says. Mike the loading dock guy confirms that, as this is Phoenix, he indeed can; Mike himself has done so from time to time.

We take off, and head home after a short discussion of how, exactly, to best get there. As we're waiting at the red light,

evealone spies the fuzz, in a spiffy City of Phoenix cop car, waiting on the cross street. "Oh no, he'd better not turn this way", he said, looking apprehensive. We watched, barely breathing, as the cop pulled up to the intersection -- and crossed it, not even glancing our direction.

We made it to my apartment, much to everyone's relief. I secured the cat and we carried the desk in. Near-immediately, I went into cleaning frenzy, as my room had become cluttered in the time between my coming home and now.

evealone hung out for a while and met my roommate when she came home, and helped me rearrange furniture in my room when I needed help, pointing out how much I reminded him of his friends from home.

Mmm. Now I have a computer desk for my computer and an accumulator desk for other things. Yay!

I know somebody who I owe.

Desk!