the table

I was sitting with Brie on the couch enjoying life one day, and Pat said she had a big surprise for me, and it would be delivered soon. A few minutes later two men delivered a dining table and six chairs! And while they set it up in the corner of the living room, Pat pointed out all the fine details. The quality was unparalleled. I sat there in stunned silence, realizing how much room it took up. I could no longer move in my own living room, but Pat excitedly looked and me and said, "Don't you just love it?"

I said, "I love it, but not in this living room; it's much too big."  

Every time I got up to walk around, I had to squeeze by the chairs that took up most of the living room. So, after about a week of my complaints, Pat had heard enough and had the movers come back to pick up the table and chairs and return them to the consignment store. The owner said he'd try to sell it.  

As time went by I forgot all about the table because now I had my space back. Weeks later the consignment man called Pat, saying that he couldn't sell the table and he was having the delivery men bring it and the chairs back to our house. Pat left and the men returned. And, all of a sudden when the table was in the corner where it had been, I was okay with it! It didn't bother me anymore! Pat came home shortly and I told her that the table and chairs were back. Of course, she was happy . . . until she saw it. "This is not the same table and chairs! They're not the same quality as the other one."

Well, the smaller table and two chairs have found the perfect place in the corner of our living room, and I've taken it over, stacking my books, posters, and goodies on it, and hanging my jacket on one of the chairs. I am thrilled with my new table, and Pat is tolerating it!