The McCane Chair
The other day my friend Kate came out to Montclair desperate to go to some hard-core suburban estate sales. Lucky for us there’s one on every other corner in this town. On our first stop we got roller skates, a collection of army men and a Star Wars Tie Fighter for a all of $2. Then we rolled up to a very pretty house that had a great looking cane chair with damask uphosltery in my pale blue and white color scheme for sale in the driveway. I was drawn to it like a heat seeking missle and asked the blonde woman hosting the tag sale how much.
“$1oo, she said, trying to sound firm.”
“No that’s too much I said, what about $60?”
“$60? My mother will be disappointed but okay.”
“Sold.”
We carried the chair out to the trunk and the whole time Kate is saying, “You’re paying for stains.”
“Right,” I said, “That’s why I talked her down.”
But then when we were pulling away, I noticed that in every other window of the house there was a McCain/Palin poster.
“Whoa”, I said, “look at all those signs.”
“Right that’s what I was saying,” Kate said, “you’re giving your money to McCain.”
“Well that’s ok,” I said “we’ll just call it the McCane chair!”
We laughed for at least three blocks on that one.
I thought I would recover it, but its growing on me.