For the first 6 or 7 years after moving away from home my TV was a little 13″ box that my parents bought for me. I could pick it up with one hand using the built in handle on the top. It was never a concern when I moved to different rooms or apartments. Then I upgraded to a 27″ hulk of plastic and glass. It was right on the edge of me being able to pick it up and move it. I would have to pre-plan the route I would take and double check that no obstacles were in the way. Carrying it up stairs was the worst because my ribcage would surely be crushed if I somehow fell backwards.

Today’s Maximumble is enlightened.