I have two small children. The last thing I need is a table that crawls away from me when gently pushed. This may be the worst idea ever.
And I want one. Ever so badly.
I will note that the requirement of brilliant, but petite individuals to recruit burly, but shy lummoxes to assist in the movement of heavy and ungainly objects was crucial to my eventual marriage. So, what I’m saying is that this table is a bigger threat to heterosexual marriage than “the gays”.
Actually, that is probably true.
*Hat tip to my lovely and talented sister.
The Finch and Pea 