Carrying a pallet.

Sometimes I think I'm way stronger then I am and that carrying things, big things like a 800 mm x 1200 mm pallet that weighs 25kg is something me and a friend can easily take with us on the u-bahn and transport from one place to another.This is not true, but this happened today.

I helped Rose to pack before she moved the other week. We packed up her room and she wondered what she would do with her big pallet, that she's been using under her bed, now that she's moving. The new place has a bed and she didn't want to throw away the pallet either since it's still in good shape. Someone might need it.
Do you want it? she asks me.
No, I answer. What would I do with it?
She says nothing and we continue packing. This is when I start thinking that maybe I do need a pallet. I have no idea what I should do with it, but it feels like something I should have. I know, this is weird but that's kind of how my brain works when it comes to free stuff. I just think I might need it sometime or that I could probably do something with it. Somehow someway.
And then, as I pack Rose's shoes that she has in another pallet (that she has two is just her. She's a collector of stuff. She had so much to move.) it hits me - I don't have a wardrobe or somewhere to hang my dresses. I need that pallet to hang them on. This is a genius idea, I think and tell Rose that the pallet is mine.

After that I don't think about the pallet more. We move Rose from one apartment to another and all seems good. We have pizza and beer and all is good.

Then last Friday, Rose comes up to me at the British dinner party we're at. That I went to a British dinner party is a topic for a future blog post. Rose and I chit chat for a while and then she reminds me of the pallet and wonders when I can come to pick it up. I say I will pick it up on Monday, ergo today since I will have Sinead(friend that used to live in Berlin and is now visiting for a couple of days) to help me. Easy. We can do it.

Today comes. Sinead and I get up from bed, have a big breakfast and then head to Rose's (old) place. Rose lived and still lives in Wedding, as I do, and it's not that far away at all. Walking distance really, but also just two stops with the u-bahn.
We get there. We see the pallet and it's way bigger then I remembered it. I still think this is doable. And then we start to carry it.
    For you who don't know me and Sinead, we're not strong. I have sticks as arms and Sinead is tiny. All of her. Somehow we make it down the three flights of stairs and regroup when we've made it. Rose laughed at us, glad that she doesn't have to deal with it I think.
Sinead and I talk about how we're going to do this. She has already started to complain about it being heavy and it being hard to carry. I stay positive. We can do it. Girlpower, independent women and all that. Who needs men anyway?  Or muscles for that matter? We're strong enough to do this.
So we start carrying it again. It's hard and heavy, yes, but we still do it, thinking it's not that far to the u-bahn. We make it about one or two blocks until Sinead wants a break. I agree.
We look at each other with tired eyes. I know that Sinead hates this.
Then it happened! The best thing ever happened!

As we're standing there a man walks by and asks if we want help. Before we answer he gave Sinead his water bottle and has taken the pallet on his shoulder and started to walk to the u-bahn. I blabbed out that's the way we're going and say thanks and he walks with fast steps, the pallet doesn't seem to weigh anything for him and in a few minutes he has taken the pallet down to the platform of the u-bahn. I told him on the way that we can help or if it's to heavy we can take it - no problem. He says it's not a problem and does it himself.
I thank him a lot when we're at the u-bahn. Sinead gives his water bottle back and he leaves. I look at Sinead. She looks at me. Then we say, almost scream: Det där var det bästa - någonsin! That was the best - ever!
We are so thankful that we almost are chocked that what happened just happened. We're more then happy that we didn't had to carry the pallet there and just look happy. This man looked like a building worker and if so, maybe he's used to carry heavy things, like pallets at work. We think that this man might have the best karma ever and wonder how our karma got so good that we by chance ran into this helpful and great man.

All just feels easier after that. We make it up the stairs from the u-bahn. We have a better way of caring the pallet and it's just the a little bit left until we're home and done.
I live close the the u-bahn and three flights of stairs up. These stairs worry us on the way but when we're there it goes so well. We almost run up the stairs, pallets between us. We get the pallet into my room and lay down in the bed, tried from the mornings hard work. We're sweaty and tried. We do not carry pallets all day else. We laugh at ourselves and give each other high fives, happy that we made it.

Picture of the pallet (so you really understand how big it is) will come as soon as I get the picture from Sinead's phone.

Was this, now that it's done, a good idea?
Not really, but we made it.
Will I learn a lesson that carrying heavy stuff like this is to hard for me?
Probably not. I have carried other heavy stuff on the u-bahn before and it's always been hard but I still keep doing it. Always thinking it will be a piece of cake.
Is the pallet going to come in use?
I think so. I need to get some hangers but then my dresses will be nicely hung up. I'm thinking about painting it too so it would really be a nice piece of furniture(?) in my room.
Now I don't have to work out this week. My muscle work is done, and I would not be surprised if/when I'm sore tomorrow.