Funny story about moving a washer and dryer. Then-BiL and I were moving his W&D to a new condo, and it's no big deal with two guys and a hand truck. Silly me, I trusted him to strap the dryer to the hand truck, and I was the guy guiding the dryer from below as he was going to take the hand truck from above - I'm there strictly to brace the dryer as it's lowered each step and bumps down. Couple of steps in the thing comes loose and everything goes slo-mo, me literally falling backward down the steps to the basement, this farkin white cube o' metal bouncing down after me. It was so weird, like a sequence from Hitchcock. Somehow I kept backpedalling as I went backwards and stayed ahead of the dryer, and it just missed me. It was a little dented was all.
I strapped the washer onto the hand truck.