A Table of Trouble

Want a table, my manager said. It is free.

Sure, I said.

It was a free table. It was big, wood looking and kind of handsome. Plus, did I mention it was free?

I got it into my van, and through the streets of Portland with the help of Poz.  When we got to my house it became immediately clear that there was no way that the behemoth of a table was getting through my front door. Plus, I came to find out that the top was solid metal and weighed about 1,000,000 pounds. After accidently knocking a chunk out of Tom and Youlee's newly finished deck banister, i set to the task of taking the whole thing apart to reassemble it upstairs.

The whole thing was glued together as well as screwed.

So I knocked the pieces of table apart.

Now I am assembling it back together and the pieces aren't fitting together so well...

Damn free table.