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More Like a Coffee Footrest Ben Levy 26, July

When I was but a wee lad, I lived in my parent’s house. That is to say, under their roof. They had a family room with a couch, a TV, and a coffee table. Often, my brother and I would sit on the couch, watching the TV, with our feet up on the coffee table.

This of course caused one or both of my parents to remind us it was a table and not a stool, that we were not to put our feet on the furniture, and that our lives were forfeit if we scratched it.

And that of course caused my brother and I to grumble about “the man” which really meant “our parents” who were totally uncool and needed to just chill. Cool people always put their feet up on furniture. The proof was right there on the TV we were watching. When we had coffee tables, we promised ourselves, we were going to put our feet up on them all the time. We would be cool adults. Not like our parents.

I have now reached a stage in my life where I own things. Not really expensive fancy things, but new things. Things that are mine, that never had a previous owner. Things like my faux leather coffee table/ottoman. Which is awesome. And which The Wife and I constantly put our feet on.

But we almost always take our shoes off first.

Cause, y’know, we wouldn’t want to scratch it.

I hate it when I understand my parents.