Two Solid Inches

Found a solid block of milled metal sitting right across my path—a heavy wedge pencil sharpener. Looked like an immovable boulder, but that’s just resistance waiting to be tested. I marched up, wedged both curved hands under the lower lip, and dug my boots hard into the varnished wood. Locked my shoulders, leaned in with my full weight, and shoved. The metal gave a sharp, gritty squeak and scraped forward two solid inches. Zero give in my joints. Just pure plastic leverage getting the job done.