Okay, it was more just a matter of one person carrying the Tarako down some stairs so that another person could pick it up in the living room, but even that was a LOT of coordinating by my reclusive standards.  And it was just compounded by the embarrassment of forgetting the thing at home in the first place.  HOW ON EARTH DO YOU FORGET THIS?!?!?

Oh, and to anybody who remembers that one time in 2018 and wonders why I couldn’t just go back home and pick the dumb thing up for myself, that’d be because we hadn’t actually paid yet when we turned around and went right back home.  I actually had made it into the lot and paid the fee this time, and I’d have to pay AGAIN if I left and tried to come back.  Parking was up to $10 this year, I ain’t about to cough that up twice in one day.

Also, insert foreshadowing for the comic on the actual Awesomely Bad panel HERE.