I have a funny story.
In 1969, while waiting to be inducted into the US Army after being drafted I got a job with a moving company for a few weeks. Mostly packing dishware and wall decorations or picking up stuff from the warehouse that was ready to be shipped.
One day the boss told me and this other new guy to go over to another warehouse and pack a van with the assigned load so it could be shipped to “where ever” and bring the van (this was a moving van, not a trailer) to the depot for final cross-country shipping. The deck of the van was shoulder high from the ground.
Way in the back of the shipment was an upright piano. It had little tiny casters about 1” in diameter on each of the 4 corners. We could push it around the warehouse with ease. Had no idea how to get it into the van. Even a ramp seemed dangerous. We called the boss; said we needed a lift or some help. He said he’d “Be over”, "get everything else on the van."
Made us wait until long after quitting time to get there; drove up in his Buick, had us line up the piano with the van door, had us help get the front end up on the deck and then get us in the van to guide it in, He got under it with his back and lifted that thing up with his legs. As soon as the Center of gravity passed the door, it slid right in. We strapped it down and he left, telling us to drive it to the warehouse, and he went home.
He was a great boss. Seriously.