When You Have 20 Things to Carry but Only 2 Hands

Ok now. I know I wrote about this before but this... this really gets my goat. It deserves a super-special second look!

I have been doing a lot of traveling recently; taking things back and forth, up and down, left and right, to the windoooooows to the walls; and I often will have a ton of crap that needs to be moved out of my car and into wherever I'm going.

Whenever I think about this.
I think it'd be cool to be Goro,
from Mortal Kombat.
Then I realize... I'd be Goro...
Not worth it.

Now first, my car is a piece of junk (that I love) that makes even the most simple of tasks very difficult. But no task is as difficult as getting stuff out of my back seat. It doesn't help that my car is like two feet tall. So when I go to get in it I have to do the limbo and compress my body to 1/3 its size. So I get down to get stuff up then realize I'm contorted into some ridiculous-looking pretzel and then I retrieve the item of interest and have to make it back out. Grrrs.

Second, I only have two hands. So what happens is I make sure I put the important stuff in my hands and the other stuff laying haphazardly in my arm basket. I just wish that I could sprout extra hands. Ghost hands. Is that a movie? Could it be? Ghost Hands, tagline: get ready to touch over to the other side, EIGHT TIMES! I mean, think of how cool having eight hands would be. But not real hands, ghost hands. You could decide what you wanted to pick up by focusing.

Screw it, I decided the force is the superior option in the debate inside my mind. I could just lift up everything and make it float to where it needs to go. Perfect plan.

Ghost hands would still be pretty cool.

Mmmmmm.

Much love.

-Harrison