Lug it around, pick it up off the ground.
In between hellish lectures and seminars yesterday(anymore information I already know about Greek theatre and I may well scream) I journeyed to Argos to pick up a new chair.
It's really, REALLY nice. It's also really, REALLY heavy. It weighs as much as me - something I didn't take into account as I stood at the desk in Argos, expecting to be able to carry it in one arm as I unicycled home.
After being given a dis-believing look by the assistant lady, I chained up the unike and started carrying the enormous chair-box home powered by feet.
I'm not kidding when I said it was heavy. I had to take rests every 20 feet, and at one point I gouged a hole in the side so that I could drag it across the busy SHampton streets. The box broke where I gouged it, though, which made things worse, obviously.
Cut to me nearly at breaking point - pushing the box across the ground, a few inches at a time. I gave up and nearly started crying at how ridiculously difficult this was, but some random student guy asked if I needed a hand. I don't like to accept help, but I took his. He and I got it the last few hundred yards to the door.
Thank God the lift was working in Chantry, or the chair would still be downstairs, I'll tell you that much.
It was worth it all, though, because the chairs that came with this room(currently stored in my wardrobe) were God-awful to sit on for extended periods of time. This piece of loveliness is just wonderful to relax in.
And it looks nifty, too.