By Sunday, the free sofa was sitting in their guest room, looking like a hitchhiker who had moved in and refused to leave. Every time they walked past, it seemed to vibrate with its own ugliness.
"We saved fifteen hundred dollars," Liam reminded her, sitting on 'The Cloud.' "We own a haunted bus seat, Liam," Sarah sighed.
"Next time," Sarah said, sinking into the charcoal velvet, "we just buy one."
As the kid hauled the 'Bus Seat' down the stairs, Liam turned to Sarah. "See? We didn't just get a free sofa. We got a free sofa and fifty bucks."
They spent Saturday at Sofas & Such , a warehouse that smelled of Scotchgard and desperation. They eventually picked out 'The Cloud'—a deep, charcoal sectional that felt like sitting on a marshmallow.
"Great choice," the salesman said, his smile a bit too wide. "Now, for your free one. Choose anything from the 'Clearance Graveyard' in the back."
The 'Graveyard' was where interior design dreams went to die. Amidst the neon polyester and wicker frames sat a lone, high-backed loveseat upholstered in a pattern that can only be described as '1970s Bus Seat.' "It’s... vintage?" Liam suggested weakly. They took both.
"It’s a free sofa, Sarah," Liam countered. "We could give it to your sister. Or turn the guest room into a velvet-lined lounge."
By Sunday, the free sofa was sitting in their guest room, looking like a hitchhiker who had moved in and refused to leave. Every time they walked past, it seemed to vibrate with its own ugliness.
"We saved fifteen hundred dollars," Liam reminded her, sitting on 'The Cloud.' "We own a haunted bus seat, Liam," Sarah sighed.
"Next time," Sarah said, sinking into the charcoal velvet, "we just buy one." buy one get one free sofa
As the kid hauled the 'Bus Seat' down the stairs, Liam turned to Sarah. "See? We didn't just get a free sofa. We got a free sofa and fifty bucks."
They spent Saturday at Sofas & Such , a warehouse that smelled of Scotchgard and desperation. They eventually picked out 'The Cloud'—a deep, charcoal sectional that felt like sitting on a marshmallow. By Sunday, the free sofa was sitting in
"Great choice," the salesman said, his smile a bit too wide. "Now, for your free one. Choose anything from the 'Clearance Graveyard' in the back."
The 'Graveyard' was where interior design dreams went to die. Amidst the neon polyester and wicker frames sat a lone, high-backed loveseat upholstered in a pattern that can only be described as '1970s Bus Seat.' "It’s... vintage?" Liam suggested weakly. They took both. "Next time," Sarah said, sinking into the charcoal
"It’s a free sofa, Sarah," Liam countered. "We could give it to your sister. Or turn the guest room into a velvet-lined lounge."