The movers just left. My nifty Pottery Barn sofa wouldn't fit up the stairs. (Of course, the dowdy chair that I don't like but own because it matches the sofa fit just fine.) It's sitting downstairs in this hallway; they weren't even able to move it to get it into storage.
At the moment, I feel less like an worthwhile new member of the Harvard Community and more like a broken kite that has been left out in the rain for several days.
I think maybe the movers were wrong about the legs not coming off. It might go up the front stairs with the legs off. As if I know how to take the legs off a sofa, but then again desperate people can sometimes manage a dramatic increase in aptitude. Otherwise, um, anybody know anybody in Cambridge who needs a sofa? Or, alternatively, anybody got a crane?