Thursday, November 8, 2012

Deciding, or not deciding, on a new couch

SO LAST WEEK Sheryl dispatched me to the thrift store just up the block to look at couches. We need one for the store, and I was tasked with taking a look. "They are upstairs and my knees are creaky. You go," she said.

There were five or six fairly decent used couches in the price range. I looked at them all, saw one or two that looked okay, then took stock.

Men really shouldn't make decisions about important things. Actually, there is no such thing as a big decision, so men technically are off the hook.

I did what any good man would do. I deferred to my wife.

Yesterday she went over there and picked one out. So I was ordered to go get it, along with the hapless Frank Haxel, who is always in the wrong place at the wrong time. We lugged it down Jail Alley and into the store, and my wife proclaimed it perfect.

"What would have happened if you came back with this couch?" Frank asked.

"I don't want to think about it," I said.

So there you have it. We have a new (used) couch at Second String Music. I might even take a nap on it this afternoon.

I have decided it looks fabulous.

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