When I moved out of my last place, one of the hardest things to get down the stairs of the apartment was the entertainment center. It was a huge, bulky thing made of heavy particle board. Anyway, it was the last thing I had to move out of the apartment and down the stairs. I’m a small girl and my boyfriend isn’t exactly a body builder, so we had our hands full. Somehow, we had the strength to lift it, and waddle out the door, me leading with half the thing on my back, and him following, straining to hold it up with his hands. When we made it to the stairs we stopped to catch our breath and brace ourselves for the hell that would soon ensue. We got to the third flight when I started to feel it wiggle. “Hold it still!” I screamed at my boyfriend, and me screamed back “I am! I think it’s falling apart!”. Sure enough, with every step we look the wiggles turned into wobbles and eventually, the entertainment center collapsed into a sad, heavy pile of particle board, right onto my back. By that time I was so over it, I carried the pieces down stairs and ran them over with the moving truck as a stress release, and then went home to shop online for new entertainment centers. TheClassyHome.com had the best entertainment centers, so I could forget all about that horrible experience.