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The Recliner Saga

A week ago this last Saturday, I was in the kitchen (because where else would I be?) when an anguished wail came from the general direction of our family room.  I poked my head around the corner and saw Beloved on his knees, in front of his ancient recliner, weeping gently over the springs which had apparently been mortally sprung.

I sighed…I knew this day was coming.  The poor recliner had been ailing for some time; we had, in fact, done some emergency surgery on him not too long ago when one of his springs snapped, in the way of a couple of clamps Beloved had purchased at Home Depot.  I was not aware, however, of the scope of the damage – along with the aforementioned clamps, there were now wires, twist ties, and was that one of my pot holders under there??

It was.

Before I could comfort him, Beloved came to his feet, looked me dead in the eye and said, “We’re buying a new recliner. Now.”

Not one to argue with a recliner-less man – I have a reasonably developed sense of self-preservation – I gathered up my purse and 10 minutes later My Better Half was happily caressing leather upholstery and trying out foot rests at the Lazy Boy showroom.

Now, our home is decorated in cream, green and gold, with burgundy accents, mostly because of that very recliner.  It is hunter green and I knew it would be a permanent fixture, so I just sort of decorated around it.  Which honestly wasn’t hard, since green is my favorite color.  However, while hunter green was popular in the 90s, I dare you to find any furniture that color these days:  literally everything in the Lazy Boy showroom was brown, maroon or taupe (blech).  Our inquiries into the matter only confirmed what I already suspected; yes, we could get the recliner of our choice in a hunter green, but it would take at least 10 weeks and significantly raise the price.

After wandering a little more and trying out several chairs (including one that could have housed a small immigrant family and cost a small fortune), Beloved settled into a chair that was more-or-less burgundy (the swatch on the chair was labeled “Cabernet”).

“Oh, this is nice,” he said.  I looked at the price tag – it was on sale.  It was, in fact, half off.

“We’ll take it,” I told the sales lady.

“Don’t rush, don’t rush,” he said.  “Here, you sit in it.”

Now, there is some validity to his request.  You see, I spend a fair amount of time in the recliner when Beloved isn’t in it.  Aside from our bed, it is my favorite place to sleep – he’s snoring and I can’t get him to roll over?  I’m in the chair.  My sinuses won’t drain if I’m in a prone position?  I’m in the chair.  I simply can’t sleep and don’t want to keep him up with my tossing and turning?  I’m in the chair with my Kindle.  So I sat in it.

And it was the most comfortable chair I’d ever parked my fanny in.

I looked at Beloved and said, “We’ll take it.”

“Great!” he replied.  “Let’s get two!”

The sales lady, who looked as if she’d just reeled in the biggest sucker fish of the season, said, “You know, I believe we have that very chair in that very color here in our warehouse, and can have the other delivered by the end of next week!” and feverishly began filling out paperwork.

Again, his suggestion to purchase two (which were, after all, half off) had some validity.  You see, he can’t sit in his chair if I’m sleeping in it, and if I had my own chair, well, that problem would be solved, now wouldn’t it?  Our furniture is also kind of old and while our loveseat is in good shape (mainly because no one really ever sits in it), the sofa – which is an incredibly comfortable sofa, as anyone who has ever sat on it (including the dog) will tell you – is showing many signs of wear and tear.  So, after a short discussion on the logistics of just where we’d put two recliners, I acquiesced, and to give me credit did not even flinch when we handed over our first born American Express.

We could take the recliner in stock that day if we could provide transportation for it, and the other could be delivered the following Friday after our return from Hocking Hills (for a mere $69), so Beloved called his father and asked if we could borrow their van.  The next thing I knew, we’d made the 20 minute drive to my inlaw’s house, left them our car, taken their van – from which my father-in-law had considerately removed the seats – and picked up the new recliner…which meant Beloved wouldn’t have to go one single day without putting his feet up while he napped through all of his favorite television shows.

And that’s what’s really important, isn’t it?

While the new recliner was being loaded into the van, Beloved turned to the sales lady and asked, “What’s the warranty on this?”

“Lifetime on the parts, one year on the labor,” she replied.  A strange expression passed over his face, but I didn’t think much of it.  But when we got home, Beloved made a bee-line to the old recliner.

“That’s what I thought,” he muttered.

Yes, the old recliner is a Lazy Boy.

He called the showroom, and discovered they could fix it for less than $100, and it would take less than a week.

We unloaded the new recliner and loaded the old one into the van and drove back to the Lazy Boy showroom.

We cancelled the order for the second recliner.

We took the van back to my inlaws and thanked them.

We went to Hocking Hills and played many games, ate much barbecue, drank much wine and lounged a great deal in the hot tub.

We came home and picked up the newly repaired chair, which cost a whopping $42.

And that, friends and neighbors, is how I got a brand new Lazy Boy recliner.


12 comments

Lisa says:

Is this a good outcome or a sad one? :)

Jan says:

A very good one. Beloved was thrilled to have his old friend back – the new chair just isn’t the same, you know. And I offered to take the new one back when we found we could have the old one (which is in very good shape for being 15 years old) repaired so inexpensively, but he insisted we keep it; he really did want a second recliner for me.

Anne says:

I enjoyed reading that. It was fun and nicely written. I enjoyed it more than I often do reading some of the “cultural” blogs I frequent. And you touched on something that I have noticed and deplored. These days all furniture is brown — or some variation of earth tone that is almost brown. Why? Is it a way of keeping cost down by making sure that everybody has the same thing?

Jan says:

Well, no one has ever accused me of being cultural. :)

As for the furniture, I think it’s just what’s trendy right now. I suppose I could find something more brightly colored at Ethan Allen, but don’t feel the aneurysm I’d suffer after looking at the prices would be worth it…

Michele says:

For 29 years I have refused to buy JR a Lazy-Boy recliner. My thought process was that we would never talk to each other because he would be sleeping in front of the TV. Come to find out JR can sleep in front of the TV just fine on the sofa.

Be says:

You my dear are pure evil! Denying your man a recliner? That really is blasphemous! Poor JR!

Michele says:

Bahahahahaha…

We have NO recliners in our house. Briefcase sleeps on the couch. Sometimes he sleeps by the pool. One things for sure, he sleeps a lot! : )

I love this story and the ending! John couldn’t bear to part with his old recliner, so it now sits in his office where I don’t have to look at it. Unless we’re watching a movie in there. Then it’s mine. :-)

AHAHAHAHA! I love it! I love that you got a new recliner for your happy fanny, and that Beloved’s beloved recliner was able to be repaired without breaking the bank – after all, his fanny needs its old friend, right? ;)

We have no recliners (but used to have a couch that had recliners on either end that cost too much and wasn’t a Lazy Boy so we gave it away when the springs were sprung) but now I’m thinking Lazy Boy recliners will need to be on the wish list for after we move. :)

BeHind says:

I will never ever again buy a recliner that isn’t a Lazy Boy! 15 years, $40 bucks for a like new recliner?

Gretchen says:

Woohoo! Now that I think about it, Jimmy would love a good recliner. I should think about it for his birthday. I agree with Beloved, that’s some warranty!

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