SofaCycle
The sofa sat on the sidewalk under a bright blue cloudless sky, a butcher-paper sign reading FREE pinned to its back cushions. The young couple walking by can't belive their luck: such good condition! The arms so firm, the seats so broad, the flower-embroidered upholsterly so clean. The couple scurries to claim the sofa before it vanishes. They load it into the back of a friend's truck and haul it across town, fenagle it into the tight hallways and acute angled doorways of their apartment.
But once inside and positioned exactly in the center of the living room, the sofa emits a pungent aroma, whisps of potpourri mingled with basement mildew, perfumed talcum powder, and rest-home decay. The smell rises up, invisible but undeniable. It wakes the couple in the midlde of the night, and by dawn the next day, there is a sofa on the sidewalk under a just-blossoming sky, a butcher-paper sign reading FREE pinned to its back cushions. The man walking by can't belive his luck, and he becomes the next link in an eternal chain of a sofa that will never find a home.
But once inside and positioned exactly in the center of the living room, the sofa emits a pungent aroma, whisps of potpourri mingled with basement mildew, perfumed talcum powder, and rest-home decay. The smell rises up, invisible but undeniable. It wakes the couple in the midlde of the night, and by dawn the next day, there is a sofa on the sidewalk under a just-blossoming sky, a butcher-paper sign reading FREE pinned to its back cushions. The man walking by can't belive his luck, and he becomes the next link in an eternal chain of a sofa that will never find a home.
posted by Lefty at 10:05 PM
2 Comments:
It's a "slow poisoner" that couch.
Seems like a really good deal, and does not really smell at first. But the scent will slowly take over your life. That damned thing will make its way into 20 living rooms before someone finally stops the vicious cycle by burning it. It is the only way to stop it. It MUST BE STOPPED!!!!!!!!
This is a true story! We almost wound up with the sofa, but Mark claimed it first. Mr. Bir Toujour had sensed something with his keen sniffer and said "no-no" right away. Good boy!
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