|The Snot-Green couch at the start of her life|
|The Snot-Green couch after the "facelift"|
The snot-green couch (may it RIP) finally had to be evicted.
One too many prong pokes from the bedraggled cushions.
After getting my second booster shot, I came home on the bus and got off right across from the furniture store where I’d bought SNC lo! these many years ago.
In I went and said “sell me a couch.”
If you ever need to feel loved, say that in a furniture store.
Bare-chested nubile young men arrived bearing chairs, coffee service, and a tray of delicacies.
A pleasant hour transpired while I viewed the options, sat and re-sat, picked the one I wanted, pronounced it suitable, and handed over wads of cash.
Next day two hefty men who could clearly bench press a building arrived carrying the couch as thought it was a purse.
Up three flights of stairs in 90+ degree weather. More wads of cash into their mitts to say thanks.
Assembly ensued and now I sit on the new couch with nary a prod, prong or problem.
I'm now working on developing lolling as a fine art.
|New couch on Day One|