I mean, probably not, but some advanced tetrisization will be required for that poor bastard in the lab coat to load up all those boxes of whatevers into that little Trabant wagon there.
They couldn’t have let the guy use a van? No one had a real van around for him to chuck those things into? They’re really going to make him try and cram those 20-something boxes into every available cubic inch of space in the back of that Trabi?
Shit, no wonder the Eastern Bloc collapsed.
For me, it’s right up there with cars in the middle of picturesque nowhere or Rockwell-style paintings featuring people letting the good times roll.
It’s one of my retro favorites that even saw some progression over the years (e.g., by the ’80s, the ads had women in lab coats sometimes, and people wearing safety goggles!)
Also, a family friend had a Trabant sedan. “Spartan” is far too fancy of a word to describe that car’s creature comforts.
This is what happens when you employ nothing but Yes men. Or worse, when you build a central government around them.
Similarly, as an “adult,” I went on an errand to pick up Thanksgiving turkeys for the employees of the company I worked for. Off to Kroger and in one load in my 2003 Ram 1500, I loaded 100, 20lb turkeys. Driving back to the office, every dip in the road set off a 1/4 mile of gentle bouncing as the suspension begged for mercy.
Easy! A king sized mattress laid across the hood of a Lincoln MkV. Had to transport it about 1/4 mile from one wooded cottage to another across a tree and creek lined, one lane dirt road at the bottom of a steep valley. My job was to lay on the mattress and (somehow) keep it from sliding off. It was the last load of the day so it was dark, Looking ahead all you could see was the mattress magically floating above the road, floating in a way only the ultra soft suspension of an American land yacht and mattress combo could achieve You’ve never experienced “plush” until you’ve done THAT!
To top off the whole experience the cars headlights gave the road an eerie glow and the soft purr of the engine was the perfect soundtrack. It was as close to an actual magic carpet ride as I’ve ever had.
God, I miss that car.
“Sergei, I know you have a PhD in astrophysics from Moscow State University but I want you to load all 23 boxes into that car, Now!” “And take off that stupid white coat too”
Sergei says “Da Comrade!” and proceeds to empty all 23 boxes, break them down flat and simply loads them up on the cars floor. Then, he takes the clipboard and marks — 23 boxes loaded – check!
