I was sick last Wednesday, which meant I was basically sacked out on the couch all day.
Close scrutiny of the threadbare cushions made me realize that I need a new couch in a big way.
That, in turn, made me think of the day I bought the couch I have now. I was at Sofa Mart with my mom, and the salesman would not leave us alone. He was one of those smarmy salesmen too (complete with finger guns and winks). When I applied for a line of credit, he came back and said We have a problem. I just checked your credit... And it's so good, I should be selling you leather!! (Finger guns, wink, chuckle chuckle.)
I picked out a red couch with big, colorful flowers on it (which sounds awful, but I love it still).
He tried to sell me some sort of Scotchgard package. Here was his major selling point:
With this extra protection, you'll be able to get wine and bodily fluids out of this fabric with ease.
(Finger guns, wink, wink.)
Wine and bodily fluids? WTF does this guy think goes on at my house? And my mother was RIGHT THERE.
Gross.
Please wish me luck on my next couch-buying endeavor.
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