The Kitchen Treadmill

Four hundred dollars it cost for Scott to move me in.

Scott said, "You don't want to have the treadmill facing the window, then you can't get to your stove."

I said, "But I really want to see the street."

John, the landlord entered my home and said, "Naw, Scott, just turn the treadmill sideways, she don't need to block the kitchen."

I frowned.

It wasn't that hard to move, I sat on the floor, put my arms behind me and my legs pushed. My legs are stronger than theirs combined. (just kidding bones, although not really. they're probably as strong as each of yours.)