It must be evident to anyone driving around town lately that Madera has been seriously misused. Here is what happened: Several years ago, an unethical sofa salesman combed the town and sold Maderans some of the ugliest couches you can imagine.
You can see many of them now at curbside, sitting there waiting for the garbage haulers to come around and pick them up.
You can see why these sofas were tossed. They are upholstered in hideous patterns. The cushions look as though they had been used by teenagers as trampolines. Not only are the cushions ill-shaped, you can see the stuffing in many places.
Let’s hope these couches have been replaced by better ones, or we’ll see a lot more of them the next time the city has one of its industrial strength pickup days.
A lot of people are throwing out their barbecues, too. These look as though they have seen service in Syria, or perhaps even Afghanistan. They are bent. They have holes in them. They are missing important parts. They have never been cleaned. Let’s hope the ones that replace them will be better-looking and better to cook on.
Mrs. Doud and Ihave a sofa we have thought of as being ready for curbside collection. It is about a dozen years old and, like the old fellow who takes a nap on it, it is starting to sag. It has been used more kindly than some of those couches you now see kicked to the gutter, since teenagers long have been out of our house. But it is well past the prime it had on the showroom floor. For example, the cat once delighted in using one corner of it as a scratching post.
We won’t dispose of our old sofa this year, but maybe next year you will spot it at curbside. It’s brown, and one corner of it is shredded not quite to pieces. It doesn’t look like much, and it tips a little to one side, but it has great sentimental value — just like all those other couches out there.