FLATPACK (Spit!)

I hadn’t anticipated deconstructed barstools…but that’s what they were.  I stared at the proffered distinctly un-barstool-like boxes with blatant disapproval.  The poor sod in charge of the warehouse had seen it all before and stood there, eyes carefully averted for fear of making face-withering contact.

“Everything comes like that now…it’s all about making it easy for transportation.” he muttered apologetically.

I pointed imperiously to the rear of the tank.  He slunk around the back and carefully loaded the two miserably rectangular boxes into the large space normally occupied by The Fatdog.

“Soddin’ flatpack!”  😦

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That was two weeks ago.

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Today the ultimate in unexpected flatpack arrived.  It was J and I’s Christmas present to each other.

Today we welcomed the flatpack…PIANO!   😯