I was watching a movie at a friend’s house recently. He has a handsome, pea green, antique, faux-pleather couch, but we weren’t sitting on it. I gathered that most guests probably sit on the floor as there was a healthy layer of dust covering the couch. He noticed I was inspecting the dust and commented that he usually makes an effort to keep the place clean and hygienic. Then, compelled by some frantic urgency, he jumped up from the floor, grabbed a tissue, spit into it and buffed the dust clean. The couch waxed, he smiled at me with a certain pride as he tossed the tissue gingerly into the nearest bin. I looked down at the pizza I was eating and prayed he had running water for the dishes.
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