Late this afternoon I’m on NW Trendy-third, headed north after a Chinese meal of shrimp and lobster sauce.

Then I get to the #15 bus stop at Everett when I see the darndest scene.

A twenty-something, petite woman is rolling a dolly with a plushy couch.

Her dolly spills her couch on that high Everett curb crossing, right in front of another twenty-something woman.

They tie her couch back on the dolly, “thanks” and “your welcome’s” are exchanged.

Ten seconds later, another spill. And another tie up from a stranger. And another. I briefly think to myself, “dewwd, you need the exercise, and the karma so why don’t you offer to help?

Then I might think, well,I am unshaven for two days, old enough to be her father, and am not without X-chromosomal company behind the lock that fits my key.

But at the very moment I refrain from helping, her task finally looks like it may be starting to jell. She’s rolling the dolly with the couch up the hill toward Burnside - and, I’m guessing, one of the inexpensive apartments that line that section of street.

By the fifth spill, she gets it right, and applies whatever push power she has available. She may not have gravity on her side, but she does have momentum. In the right circumstances, momentum can trump gravity. Take that, Ike Newton.

The last I saw, she was getting ready to cross Burnside, probably to wheel her quarry in to one of those inexpensive apartments near the Chevron station.

I am wondering why she didn’t opt for home delivery, or get some muscular, 23 year-old Sk8tr boi guy to help. I mean, if I know that breed, put it that way - altruism is not their only motivation.

Hopefully now, she’s ensconsed on her new couch, watching something cool on the tube.

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