It was the end of my senior year at college. It was time for me to pack all of my belongings into my station wagon before making the long drive home.

As I started packing, I remembered my roommate and his girlfriend were still around. With all three of us, moving out would take no time.

I should ask him for help, I thought.

I didn’t and wouldn’t ask for help, though.

Instead, I packed bag after bag, disassembled my own furniture, and crammed it all into the car. Every last bit of it except for one piece.

I couldn’t move the mattress on my own.

In the end, I had to ask him for help anyway. It figures. He, being the gentleman he is, came to help immediately. I’m certain he would have helped me with the entire move if I had only asked.

And me, being the silly man I am, kicked myself for not asking sooner.