Walkin' Our Baby Back Home


I was reminded the other day of a time when I was young, poor and in need of a sofa....

I recall it being a typical hot and sunny Saturday morning in Dallas when my roommate, Susan and I decided that our living room needed more than one Papasan chair and a TV set.

Since the Papasan chair belonged to Susan, I took it upon myself to provide the additional seating for our duplex apartment. Fortunately, Susan and I were 'cut from the same cloth' so to speak and could care less about style - we were looking for cheap. Retail was ruled out. A garage-sale was the way to go.

It was a couple of hours and about two miles away from our place that our well-used but workable sofa found us - for the low, low price of twenty-five dollars. Now that's what I'm talking about! Ka Ching! Sold!

Now the question was... "How do we get it home?"

Necessity being the mother of invention, our the only realistic option was 'walk it' home.

Bracing ourselves for catching awkward glances and a catcall or two from passing motorists, we stood tall, shoulders back, heads held high and picked up each end of the sofa beginning our trek home through the streets of Big D. Occasionally stopping, we would take a seat on our new purchase and watch the world go by for a few minutes. More really awkward glances and catcalls but definitely a win-win solution.

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