There is nothing sadder in the world in furniture salespeople -- well, maybe car salespeople during a scorching summer when they have to run around the baking car lot. But I've heard of some car salesmen being successful (hey, Jim Pattison started out as one) whereas I've never heard of successful furniture salespeople. They are a sorry lot. They are sadder than shoe salesmen, because those guys at least have something to do other than yak at indifferent customers, e.g. cart shoeboxes around, straighten out the shelves, etc. Furniture guys just stand around, waiting to leap at the occasional lookyloo and to start babbling desperately.
The furniture scene has gone mad. At the low end, the "designers" seem to want their furniture to resemble leathery elephant dung. With cup holders. (What is with these cup holders installed in the seat?! Are we now incapable of putting cups on coffee tables?) At the high end...well, let's forget the high end, because I refuse to fork over six months' salary just to get a sofa.
|From Ethan Allen's Guano collection. Cups not included.|
The most amusing thing is the height of beds these days. With the popular of pillow-tops and extra thick mattresses, the top of the mattress (when placed on a bed) comes up to my armpit. How do you climb into a bed so high? You would have to take a running leap from the kitchen.