When Rockford and I first got married and moved to Missouri, we didn’t have much in the way of furniture. Fortunately for us, the offices of the newspaper where we worked were also moving. And they were getting rid of all of their stuff. So we loaded the office’s gigantic orange sofa onto our moving truck and hauled it out West.

Years later, we decided it was time to part ways with the sofa. We thought it would be a shame to throw it away, though, so we took it to our local favorite local movie theater. It’s been there ever since.

Until now.

The Ragtag is moving, and it looks like our sofa is going to be left behind. Or moved to the landfill, more likely.

My friend Amy called this morning to let me know that the orange sofa had been immortalized in the Columbia Missourian:

For years, in the front row of Ragtag Cinemacafé’s screening room, one shabby orange couch has sucked in spilled popcorn, loose change and unsuspecting fannies like a behemoth vacuum cleaner. It slumps in the middle, where the tweedish cushions have long since lost their comfortable fluff, and when you sit there, gravity seems to tug just a little harder at your backside. The couch, both feared and loved, has a reputation reminiscent of a campy horror movie slogan: You can sit down, but you can’t stand up.

I have to say, it troubles me that in a room full of old office furniture, the person in charge of the move called our old friend “most uncomfortable seat in there, for sure.”

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