Blacklisted by Jordan's Furniture

Next in our continuing series "The Summer of Christine's Move," she's having some new furniture delivered for her new family room and was harkening back to the last set she ordered from Jordan's Furniture. Let's hope this delivery goes more smoothly... Leather Furniture Scene: 7:30 am. Approximately 12 hours after Mommy and Daddy have emptied the living room of the following: One oversized, incredibly heavy, and entirely abused living room couch Its little sister, the soon-to-be-former love seat, same condition Under-couch detritus Embarrassingly large pile of under-couch detritus 3x3 square coffee table; gouged, scraped, stickered, and colored Matching end table with the drawer handle missing. In surprisingly good shape, given the fate of the its compatriots Jordans Furniture Delivery Guy (JFDG) arrives at front door to be greeted by Mommy, looking like a million bucks in grey t-shirt and pink pajama bottoms, hair back in a headband. Mommy: (huge smile shes getting new furniture!): Hi! JFDG: Hi. My name is - Five Year Old Boy: (fresh on the scene, addressing JFDG): Do these look like clothes? Theyre really jamas. JFDG: Oh, very nice. Theyre SpongeBob. (back to Mommy) Hi, my name is Ariel and Five Year Old Boy: I also have a pair of baseball jamas. And they look like clothes, too. JFDG (cheerily): Oh, you like baseball? Whos your favorite tea- Five Year Old Boy(points to furniture care kit box in JFDGs hand): Whats that? (runs off before answer) JFDG comes in. He and Mommy discuss placement of furniture. Three Year Old Boy (enters living room wearing pajama t-shirt and underwear): I have a mote control car. My Nana bought it for me for doing poops in the potty. Do you want to touch it? Five Year Old Boy (not to be outdone): He has two remote control cars now. One from Nana and a monster truck one that Mommy bought when he wore big boy underwear for a whole day! JFDG: Blank stare. Leaves to get furniture. JFDG II (having clearly been warned, remains silent, eyes averted) enters and begins removing French door from hinges. Three Year Old Boy: My Daddy has a hammer. And its loud too. Bang! BaNG! BANG! JFDGs begin carrying in furniture/dodging little boys. MM (attempting normal service-person-type conversation): Gee, its really muggy already. I thought it was supposed to rain all day today. With each piece Five Year Old Boy: Once we had thunder and lightning and that tree over there they are subjected MM: Guys, please stay out of the mens way. Get that remote control car off the new table! to more Three Year Old Boy: I have Diego underwear. Want to see? of the same JDFG: Anyquestions?Canyousignhere?Thanksbye! Mommy gazes lovingly at pristine, matching, un-destroyed new living roomand barely hears him. Yeah, whatever, dude.

This weeks blog post written by Realtor Associate, Christine Curtin. Christine, her husband and two sons now happily reside in Reading, MA and plan to stay there until they are very, very old.