Okay, so after a 5 mile hill run mid-day, I came home only to discover that I had no hot water. What's a girl to do? I eyed the heavy butane tank wearily, thinking--is it possible? Well, there was only one way to find out.
I lugged the butane tank down three flights of stairs, around the corner, struggling my ass off only to discover the store hadn't opened from siesta yet.."What the..." So, trusting the people of posadas, I dropped the tank off by the store and went back home to finish dinner. I waited 45 minutes, and then went back to the store, brought in the tank, and asked him to refill it. He doubted me, offering a little like stroller thing..but I told him it wouldn't really help with the flights of stairs. He insisted I use it until I got to the stairs. I agreed.
Well, it took a little innovation and some muscle, but I eventually carried all 50 lbs up the flights of stairs and succeeded in not totally teetering backwards. The stairs are marble and it would have been painful.
As you can imagine, my hot shower was incredible after the whole ordeal. Great success.
Sincerely, your formerly girly friend,
Courtney Emert.
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