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Furniture shopping is different than other kinds of shopping. Besides being one of the only places where you can lay down while shopping, it is surprisingly tiring. I am amazed about how sore my thighs get from these outings. It must be becuase I'm doing squats for a few hours to some eclectic music overhead while you're trying not to snag my cell phone on the latest micro-fiber upholstery... I can't possibly be that I'm tired simply because I'm out of shape... |
| At the same time, there is the oddity of having someone following Lara & I and the kids around the ginormous store. Maybe you've met him... Joe Bifrumeenow. And he won't leave us alone. He hovers. And watches us intently. And then tries to answer questions we're not asking. And then we ditch him around the corner by the buffets and china cabinets. All is well. And we're left alone. Just me and my family. Doing squats. Up and down on forty-three different couches. We're doing the "Tooshy Test"; testing the furniture for comfort and lower-back support. Occasionally we find the recliner and stretch out while making silly noises of utter relaxation and contentment. I convince the kids that I'm "resting" my eyes for a few moments. We even play a quick game of "I Spy". I see something "black". And it takes my youngest a few minutes to realize that Dad's spying the inside of his eyelids.... After standing up, I notice something out of the corner of my eye. It's him. Joe Bifrumeenow. And he's watching us from across the showroom floor. And then we lock eyes. He makes his move to come "check on us". We thank him and shuffle out the front door into the blustery puffy cloud day. My thighs hurt and I'm tired. I think I'll go home and test out the living room sofa and play another round of "I Spy"... | |
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