I need a TV for my bedroom. Unfortunately, I left my other one in Portland (dumb, dumb, dumb). So this morning I'm browsing craigslist, and find a Sony 36" for $30. Uhhh.....YEAH. I call the lady, who's amazingly nice, and make arrangements to go pick it up. She tells me "It's super heavy, so you will need at least one more person to help you move it." I'm thinking "I got this." My dad and I have become experts at moving furniture and such, so I'm thinking no problem. We drive out there, the TV is beautiful, yadda yadda yadda. Then we try to pick it up.
I have never EVER EVER felt a TV this heavy. Never in my life. I mean, it's got to weigh 200 pounds. But because my dad and I are both too full of pride to ask for the money back and leave it where it sits, we *finally* manage to get it down off the entertainment center, onto a furniture dolly, and up (my god) into the back of my suv. That's where it still sits. Because once we were sitting in the car driving home, we both realized our backs didn't feel very good. Not good at all, actually.
So there's now an ad on craigslist for a 36" television that's stuck in the back of an SUV. Except I upped the price $10 so I can go buy Tylenol.