Since our girls first went off to college we have spent some time moving them in and out of apartments, with each move we have had to get a larger van/truck because their belongings have grown. One particular move for DD1, involved moving her from a shared apartment to a room at her grandma's house before she started law school. This move also involved us storing some of her belongings for her. Mr Bankerchick was younger then and still working in the auto industry, so he borrowed a stake bed truck from work and we were able in one LONG day, to move all of her things from Santa Barbara to the LA area where grandma lived, unload and drive back to our house to unload the items for storage, so we could get the truck back to the Company the next day. We were both exhausted.
Now here is the funny part: The first thing we got off the truck was the extra mattress that DD1 wanted stored, Tired, Mr BC just pushed it off the truck to the asphalt and started down the steps on the side of the stake bed to help me carry it into the garage. The next bit happened in slow motion for both of us. He reached his foot for the first step. I looked in horror at him stepping into mid-air. His thought was; Oh No this is going to hurt! He actually bounced once on the mattress and then again, stopped, looked up at me with wide eyes and we both started laughing. Laughing that he was not hurt and laughing because we were so tired that we did not know what else to do. We were both sitting on the mattress when the neighbors came out to see what the commotion was and we could not talk for giggling like school girls in relief.