Take your seats

When we lived in West Sacramento (be sure to click on the link and see the street view) , we had some of the nicest neighbors.

One day, as Diane and I went for a walk, our neighbors had the ugliest leather swiveling recliner thing, with matching ottoman, in front of their house. It was and orangeish sort of brown, smelled like cigarette smoke and had obviously come to the end of the line, if it ever it was on the line.

This was truly one of the saddest chairs ever.

As we were leaving, I asked the neighbors what they planned on doing with that thing. they told me they were going to give it away and they were just sure someone would take it. Good luck with that!

On our way back, they were smiling and looked very pleased as they let me know that some guy really liked it and snapped it up on the spot. And, it didn't take long at all to find a home for it. Wow! Who would have wanted that thing?

Our oldest son, TJ, who is now in the army, was living with us at this time. I think you can probably see the downhill slide this story is starting to take. He thought the orange-brown chair was the best thing ever. With its soft seat, easy swivel and even a place to put your feet, it was custom made for video games, playing guitar or just hanging out. I suppose the bad smell only added to it's luster for a teenage guy.

That nasty thing sat in his room until he joined the army and it was disposed of only after it was completely broken and worn through. Well, we put it in the alley first, where people usually pick up stuff if you leave it sit. No-one picked it up, but someone did stop there long enough to take in a beer and leave the bottle there. So, we had to pick it back up and take it to the dump.

I guess everyone has a little different idea of what is nice and what is not.