I was asked if I’d like to help move a bunch pool tables and a few other machines today.  Since I enjoyed moving things and getting a sunburn last week, I told them, “Sure, why not!”

A “game room” in the area was closing their doors, so a bit of extra brawn was in order to move everything from that place to the relative safety of the warehouse.  The 14-foot truck wasn’t big enough to haul it all, even with two trips, but an aging Dodge came to the rescue with a bed large enough to fit an 8-foot pool table.

As anyone who’s ever played pool in a bar knows, coin-op tables are heavy as hell.  Three people and some well-made carriers make the job bearable.  You slide the carrier over the side, put the table on its side, and move it where you need it.  Not much you can say about that.

Pool tables are tricky, tho.  You swing them around, put the back two legs on a swing-out dolly, and lay it back.  Getting them down, however, it an issue.

After loading two trucks one trip, loading one truck the second and unloading three times at the warehouse, I helped carry a bunch of junk and throw it in a dumpster.
Even broken pool table slates are heavy, so aid of a forklift was required.  That made an easy job of it.

Finally, I helped clean up a bunch of scrap metal and wood and toss in the dumpster out back.

Parked the forklift … I haven’t driven one of those since I was ten.

There’s not much you can say about all that.

But I got my required sunburn.  And I have the sore, burning muscles of an honest day’s work.

Now if only I could get Dire Straits “Money for Nothing” outta my head…