I have been looking through catalouges for a decent recliner. I need to start sleeping in one because of my back problems.

So... my father, who is aware that I have been looking to get a Lay-Z-Boy for the living room rolls up in front of my house this morning with one on the back of his truck.

"OH JOY!" I thought outloud as I approach the vehicle. "Where did you get this I ask."

"The paper." He smiled trimphantly.

"So it's used?" I ask afraid of the answer.

"Yes,and?" He says already getting angry.

"Dad, what makes you think I want a ratty old chair that some old man probably died in?"

He just got in his truck and drove off.