Put me out of my misery.Please!
Why is it I can't bring myself to just be a jerk.Why?
Last week my sister bought a dresser.Now what you need to know is my sister's room,like my own,is upstairs.Furthermore the stairway is not very large.Ever since we moved in we have had difficulty getting things up stairs.It's small,has a decent sized railing,and steps with slight overhangs.Furthermore the ceiling slants down on one side.
So my sister buys this dresser from a friend of my Mothers.It's dropped off here while they are gone,and I see it,and know immediately that it will NEVER fit up the stairs.So I tell my brother that night about it,and he tell me he knew about it,that they'd tried to get him to bring it here.He'd been told of it's size,and knew immediately it would NEVER fit up the stairs.
So today my sister decides to bring it upstairs.I laugh from inside my room.In my mind I'm repeating the same thing I'd said many times the day it was dropped off."I am not going to help them.I WILL NOT HELP THEM!" I say to myself.
Then my sister calls through my door."Can you help me bring this desk downstairs?"
"Downstairs?" I think.Then I realized she was talking about her old desk,which had been sitting in the hallway for almost a year now.She left it there,promising she was going to have my father help her bring it downstairs in a few days.
Glad to be rid of it,I helped her.Still I said to myself."I will not bring that dresser upstairs.It will not fit.It will NEVER fit.I WILL NOT HELP THEM!"
So we get the desk downstairs and tucked away.Then she asks "Will you help bring the dresser upstairs?"
"No." I say."It won't fit." I say.
"Can we try?" she says.
"What are the measurements?" I ask.She tells me the width."How long is it?" I ask."I don't know." she says."I didn't look at that.Will you help?"
"No." I say."It won't fit."
"Please?" she says.
"Where's the tapemeasure?" I say,and then I measure it's height width and length.Then I check those against our stairs."It won't fit." I tell her.Our stairs are to small."
"Please?" she says again
"Fine I say,and bring it inside.We tried getting it upstairs,and only managed to scrape paint off the wall.The dresser would not fit.We tried it a different way.It still wouldn't fit.
I knew it wouldn't fit.I knew this last week.Yet still I could not bring myself to just say NO! and be done with it.I had to try and help her,despite knowing it was an impossible act.
Why?Why could I not just tell her no and save myself the trouble?
If anyone knows the answer,I'd sure like to hear it.
Last week my sister bought a dresser.Now what you need to know is my sister's room,like my own,is upstairs.Furthermore the stairway is not very large.Ever since we moved in we have had difficulty getting things up stairs.It's small,has a decent sized railing,and steps with slight overhangs.Furthermore the ceiling slants down on one side.
So my sister buys this dresser from a friend of my Mothers.It's dropped off here while they are gone,and I see it,and know immediately that it will NEVER fit up the stairs.So I tell my brother that night about it,and he tell me he knew about it,that they'd tried to get him to bring it here.He'd been told of it's size,and knew immediately it would NEVER fit up the stairs.
So today my sister decides to bring it upstairs.I laugh from inside my room.In my mind I'm repeating the same thing I'd said many times the day it was dropped off."I am not going to help them.I WILL NOT HELP THEM!" I say to myself.
Then my sister calls through my door."Can you help me bring this desk downstairs?"
"Downstairs?" I think.Then I realized she was talking about her old desk,which had been sitting in the hallway for almost a year now.She left it there,promising she was going to have my father help her bring it downstairs in a few days.
Glad to be rid of it,I helped her.Still I said to myself."I will not bring that dresser upstairs.It will not fit.It will NEVER fit.I WILL NOT HELP THEM!"
So we get the desk downstairs and tucked away.Then she asks "Will you help bring the dresser upstairs?"
"No." I say."It won't fit." I say.
"Can we try?" she says.
"What are the measurements?" I ask.She tells me the width."How long is it?" I ask."I don't know." she says."I didn't look at that.Will you help?"
"No." I say."It won't fit."
"Please?" she says.
"Where's the tapemeasure?" I say,and then I measure it's height width and length.Then I check those against our stairs."It won't fit." I tell her.Our stairs are to small."
"Please?" she says again
"Fine I say,and bring it inside.We tried getting it upstairs,and only managed to scrape paint off the wall.The dresser would not fit.We tried it a different way.It still wouldn't fit.
I knew it wouldn't fit.I knew this last week.Yet still I could not bring myself to just say NO! and be done with it.I had to try and help her,despite knowing it was an impossible act.
Why?Why could I not just tell her no and save myself the trouble?
If anyone knows the answer,I'd sure like to hear it.