Dad has this chair in his living room. It’s one of those all-in-one, recliner, massager, heater kind of things and he REALLY likes it or at least he DID like it.
Though the perpetrators are, as of yet unnamed, someone (meaning one of the grand kids) broke the chair. Naturally you would assume that it was Max but he has a pretty solid alibi so he might be off the hook just this once.
Anyway, Dad made a big point of telling all the grand kids that the chair had been broken and that he was upset about it so Kelly, Sue and I decided to get him a new one. And when I say new I mean new in a "Craigs list, new to us" kind of way.
We went to some house way out past Ypsi and pulled up to a garage to see the chair sitting there. The nice man told us that he and his wife bought the chair for the wife's mother a few months ago but that she died soon after. I think my face did an "Ew gross - she didn't die IN THE CHAIR, right?" thing because he offered up that "She died unexpectedly in the hospital". Phew.
So we took the chair for a test drive. Up. Down. Massager on. Massager off. Heat on. Heat off. All was well. Then we had to load it into the truck. Kelly's truck. The big, red truck that kind of smells like manure. We managed to get it up into the bed and then we were faced with working the tie straps. I hate those things. It's supposed to be SO easy to ratchet your stuff into place and keep it snug and secure but it never works that way. You end up having to re-thread the stupid thing and then re-thread it again the right way. By then, you're so pissed off that you don't care if it's done right or not. That's when you wrap it around the item and tie a big damn knot it in. So that's what we did.
Susan was supposed to be watching the chair as we roared down the highway. At the on ramp she decided that the chair was, in fact, moving. So we pulled over, tied the knot tighter and moved on.
We were quite a sight - rolling through town in the big red truck, big 'ol recliner in the back, three laughing sisters, side by side. I tried to convince Sue to ride in the recliner on the way home just for kicks (and partly to hold it down) but she wouldn't go for it. I guess, being the youngest, she finally figured out that she shouldn't do everything Kelly and I suggest. Damn.
We happily pulled into Dad's house, honked the horn and presented him with his new chair. Which, after we brought it in the house, promptly broke in the "up" position. Dammit again. Stupid Craigs List.
