Need help moving? I'll help.
All you need to do is feed me lunch.
My sister-in-law did, so I grunted and groaned over the weekend and moved stuff off a U-Haul van into her new home.
One thing my nephew Ryan and I moved together was several huge pieces of an exercise machine--off the truck, through the front door, down the stairs, around the corner, and into a dim lit, unfinished basement room. One piece was a huge steel tube with some awkward pieces attached. It must have weighed at least 200 pounds.
I asked Ryan, "Is anybody really going to use this?"
He said, "I doubt it."
For the next few moments I pouted quietly, thinking, "Then why are we moving it?"
And then I told Ryan, "Well, if nobody uses it, at least we got some exercise from it."