Truly. Patience is a virtue, and it's clearly one I don't have. I decided to move the bookshelf above down a flight of stairs by myself today. It did not go well.
But if I could just slide it down the runner, I thought. The cat took one look at the situation and ran for cover. It was a lot heavier than I remembered, but then again I used to just roll it wherever I wanted it.
Ah yes, the wheels. They don't really lend themselves to sliding. Two of the casters snapped off somewhere around the fourth or fifth step. The bummer of this entire situation is, well, see the previous sentence, and the bookshelf doesn't look good in its new location. It needs to go back upstairs.