It was payday, and David Emami had finally saved enough to buy the used piano his neighbor in the unit below him had for sale.
David loved the craftsmanship of the piano with its intricate wood carvings and handmade feel. He had played the piano when he was younger, and although he intended to play with it occasionally, he mostly wanted it as a large decoration for his home.
Bette was asking $600 for it, and David proudly counted his money as he walked down the stairs. When she opened the door, she knew exactly why he had come.
“You finally have the money, eh? Piano’s all yours then!” He gave her the money, which she crumpled greedily into her sweatpant pocket.
“Now I just have to figure out how to get the thing upstairs,” he said while looking at her.
“Well, that’s your problem, David. It’s yours now and I want the thing out.” She walked over to it and started pushing it toward the door.
“It’s on wheels, so I’ll help you push it to the stairs, but that’s the only help you’ll get from me. My back can’t move that thing.”
Before David knew it, he was alone outside with a piano sitting close to the stairs and, as was his luck, the rain was coming in. David was usually a planner, but he had been so excited by the idea of getting a new piano that he had neglected the most important detail: moving it.
David looked up into his window and saw his female cat, Fred, staring down at him as if he was stupid. David shook his fist angrily at Fred, and Fred hopped down from the window as if to say, “Nice work, idiot.”
David pulled a few dollars from his wallet and had an idea.
“Hey kids,” he yelled. “Want to make a few extra bucks?” Three teenagers approached him, interested in his offer. “I need you to help me move this piano upstairs.”
“How much you payin’?” asked the tallest one.
“Enough for your troubles,” he assured them.
They nodded in agreement and lifted the upright piano with some effort, then made their way up the stairs. With a little trouble getting it around the corner, they at last dropped it off in the apartment.
“Fantastic! Thank you so much! Here, it’s not much, but I sure appreciate your help.” David handed each of them a dollar.
“That all you got? You gotta be kidding me!” David closed the door, locked it, and looked at his new piano with a beaming smile.
David Emami is Alone in Portland is a collection of stories that peer into the life of a middle-aged curmudgeon with a fondness for cats and antiques.
Playfully illustrated with Bitmoji characters, his story comes to life as each day brings a new adventure.
He was obsessive compulsive and mad about antiques. The apartment was covered, top to bottom, in decor that would be more aligned with that of an old woman that peaked in the 1960s. david-emami-takes-on-portland.html
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