Sofa King Something
It's a new, old couch.
See, my old couch was falling apart. Literally. I was the third owner of that couch, owing to that I don't sit on a couch much, and didn't want to spend money on something I wouldn't use. You may call it "cheap," and you wouldn't be wrong. However, I prefer the term "Thrifty Asshole." But, I did use that couch some, and due to that use, it was falling apart. And by falling apart, I mean I was becoming wary of sitting down on the thing and not stopping until my butt hit the floor.
Again, I don't use the couch much, I say, this despite sitting on the couch as I write this.
I didn't want to spend money on something I didn't use much. Especially since Shyam and I are looking at moving in together. I didn't want to spend money on something I might potentially need to jettison in the somewhat near future.
It so happened that Eric had a couch coming available.
Last night, there was a game of logistical Tetris played as we all tried to mesh and match schedules and vehicles. It was only the 289th time since my truck was stolen last year that I've missed having a pickup truck. Had to borrow Dad's. Had to figure out a way to get my old couch to the dump, which so conveniently for everybody closes at four, according to the recording I got at 4:03 PM. Because nobody works and everybody is able to get to the dump by 4 PM on a weekday. Thanks, Obama!
So, what ensued was a trading of vehicles and sofas and sweat and bruised hands (sorry, Eric). We got the sofas traded. I sit on it now.
I took the old sofa to the dump today, after it opened. By the way, I'm thinking banker's ought to be wistful for landfill worker hours. 8-4? That's sweet!
Instead of taking the couch to the dumpsters, I got to take it all the way back to the pile, complete with bulldozers waiting on my ass to dump the couch onto the pile so he could bulldoze the shit out of it.
While I was there, I looked down, and realized I was stepping on a goodly number of porn DVDs. I had to wonder if they were dismissed at the landfill with the same moment of sentimentality I had with my sofa? It wasn't a long moment, but there was a brief moment of "damn...my ass has had contact with that thing off and on for 15 years...."
I would be remiss if I didn't note that I did enjoy playing gorilla and heaving a piece of furniture in front of a bulldozer for a man to shove it down a hill, cover it with dirt and leave it so some future archaeologist might dig it out and place it in a museum in the year 2422. I enjoyed it immensely.
Also? I'm going to need a new BluRay player. Mine's got a bunch of tape and landfill dirt in it for some reason.