The Booger Couch

I have friends with two sons. I sat down on a couch at their house once, and caught the boys glancing at each other and smiling.

“What’s up?” I asked. Continued questions revealed I was sitting in what they affectionately called the “Booger Couch.”

This was where the boys would sit to secretly wipe their boogers on the back of the couch. That’s furniture cruelty!

They all claimed that it had been years since anyone had wiped any Hoboken zephyrs on it. But my investigation found fresh-looking Booger Couch additions! So now when I visit, I sit in an uncomfortable rocking chair. (As for the Booger Couch, it suffers in silence.)