Go left or right or what?
Where do old couches go? Not coaches; this has nothing to do with sports. Nor does it refer to couches (the French term for diapers). In this instance, I’m worried about our sofa, our divan, our place to store things that haven’t graduated to floor space.
It’s been a fixture for years. The place where we watch TV, watch others watch TV, eat just about anything that can be served in front of the TV. And, it’s worn out. Dilapidated, threadbare, past its prime. In fact, we called the city and made an appointment for “removal” tomorrow morning. But there’s one task that is mandatory; you have to put the large objects out to the curb.
The couch came in, years ago. I’m sure I was involved, because I’m part of the push and shove team around here. And for the life of me, I can’t remember how we did it. This isn’t a small sofa. I can stretch out and sleep on it, without curling my toes or nose. It is long, and wide, and high in the back. Davenportish.
So I called in another team member and then I played coach for the couch. What to do? Turn it sideways, or on end? Make a vee. Possibilities that must be explored. Given the weight, this was an awkward puzzle to solve. We finally got the angles “right”, although there were few right angles involved, and with a push to the side followed by a shift to the left, the couch was free. From the house. Free for the taking, out by the street. Gone, but not forgotten.
