Something to sit on.
My dad hates IKEA. I’m not sure I love it, but it does offer affordable furniture options. And that’s what I need right now. I researched and measured, imagined and drew out the room on graph paper. I decided I’d get the Karlstad sofa with a foot stool.
I had a few smaller items to pick up as I ran through the maze of options IKEA provides. When I got to the aisle to pick up my sofa, a nice man brought me a cart and helped me load up the huge box, which would magically morph into a couch once inside my apartment.
The man reminded me that there are people who work in the front who can help me load the couch into my car. I told him that my dad was already waiting outside as scheduled. He laughed and said, “Doesn’t like to come inside the store, right?” I had to chuckle, too, “Nope. I’m not sure I could pay him to come inside.”
His response kind of surprised me, “You know, as much as I love working here, I can’t say I blame him. The only store I like going to is the grocery store.” I smiled and said, “You and my dad would get a long very well.”
Sure enough, Dad was out front and when he saw me wheeling around the huge box said, “I thought you bought a couch?” Ha ha. Funny.
We loaded the box inside. Dad turned and said, “Well, have fun putting your couch together!” Oh, he’s a funny one!
Well, here’s my couch!