Have you ever owned a chair that fit you perfectly, an amazing fit that took all the cares of the world away, a feeling of comfort that had no comparison, but yet a chair that only you loved.
I had such a chair before Cindy and I married, I actually moved into an apartment with this being the only chair I owned, this chair was so valuable to me, it was well worth the thousands I had paid for it, well actually it was a rescue chair that someone was tossing because of the color.
Being the kind hearted man I am, I saved it from becoming a street chair, I gave it a home and never looked down on it because of it’s color, I am not really sure what color you would call it, somewhere between a faded maroon and orange, the fabric was worn to the point that the original color was never discovered, I did love that chair.
By the time I moved in with Cindy, we both had housefuls of furniture, the weekend of my move was spent mostly on the lawn discussing which furniture we were keeping, and explaining to passersby that we were not having a yard sale, I think she secretly passed our number to a few people in case they wanted a cheap recliner.
The recliner was doomed had Cindy gotten her way, I stood my ground and the only piece of furniture that matched nothing but myself was allowed to stay. I proudly moved my orange recliner into the house, it was positioned next to the couch with the giant orange flowers that Cindy already had, and yes the oranges did clash.
A few years later after a few minor repairs for the recliner, and a few couch covers for Cindy’s couch we were living in harmony, I would come home from work and rest in my chair, Cindy would mention that the chair needed to be replaced, a subject I had no desire to discuss, I told her it was a one of a kind and could never be replaced.
I have to admit it did resemble Martin Cranes recliner on Frasier, and one day while driving down the street in my company truck, I ended up behind a City sanitation truck with assorted furniture pieces, appliances, and other large items they had picked up during the day, atop the heap was a recliner that looked just like mine.
I laughed to myself thinking maybe my orange chair wasn’t a one of a kind since I had just seen its twin, I knew Cindy would get a laugh out of this.
When I pulled into the drive that evening she was standing on the porch smiling, she was so excited, she rushed me into the house to show me the new recliner she had gotten for me, it matched everything in the room even the cover on her couch.
I asked what she had done with my orange chair, she had given it to a family that needed furniture, and so in her opinion it had gone to a good home, looking back now I should have stopped that sanitation truck.
I asked her this very morning what she had done with my chair back then, it has been a few years and she could tell me the truth now, she just grinned and said “What chair, I have no idea what you are talking about”
I’d like to think that maybe it did go to a good home, it could have been discovered by the producers of Frasier, you never know with a little makeup and the right duct tape, that could have been my chair, it was actually one of a kind.