As I mentioned yesterday, our new bedroom carpet was finally installed and Jeremy and I were tasked with moving all of our belongings back in to our room last night. It wasn't a huge project--we really don't have that much stuff--but there were some large items, the heaviest being an oversize bookcase we recently purchased from IKEA.
I couldn't carry the bookcase for more than a few feet at a time, so I put it down as soon as it was fully inside the room. A minute later, as we move the thing in to its final position, we noticed that the spot where it had just rested was now covered in an enormous black stain. On the new carpet. Huge stain. Brand new carpet.
After moving the bookcase back in to the hall, we immediately set about feverishly, yet ever so quietly, scrubbing the shit out of said stain. Our roommate is fairly particular and there was no way we were revealing this to him. After fifteen or twenty minutes the spot was sufficiently unnoticeable. We seem to have determined that it came from some mold that had started growing on the bottom of the bookcase as it sat in the humid garage for three weeks.
This morning the stain is gone, but the new carpet is noticeably worn. I've succeeded in hiding it from our roommate so far by placing various articles of clothing and reading materials over top in a seemingly absent-minded fashion the befits our still-disheveled bedroom.
Not that our roommate was sitting around all morning scrutinizing the new carpet. No, no, he was busy helping me since when I got up and looked outside today the first thing I noticed is that I had an entirely flat rear tire.
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