[Fiction] Furniture

Amid the sounds of grunts and groans, some progress is being made. I hope anyway. Ok. Lets see if I got this right. She wants the bookshelf here, the TV stand over there, and the two sofas side by side, erm, right....here.

Right. Here she comes.

[15 minutes later]

Yes, I was wrong.

I forgot the dining table. Ok let's go again. Dining table (and chairs) go here, bookshelf goes there, TV stand over there, and sofas go side by side....there. But I have a nagging feeling I've missed something...ahh well, here she comes.

[15 minutes later]

Ahhh. I knew I'd forgotten something. The wrong order. Ok, quickly now. This here, that there, these there, and that here. Done. Please be done. Here she comes.

"Finally. Is this how you wanted it?"
"I did"
"Did?"
"Yes. This is exactly how I thought I wanted it"
"And do you still want it like this now?"

A pause. She's not exactly thinking, as such, but just consulting a feminine sense that us males have no access to. I wait with bated breath. Eventually, a decision is reached.

"No. We will have to put everything back exactly how it was. Do you remember where everything used to be?"
"Yes" (Or I hope I do, anyway)
"Good. I'll leave you to it."

*stumblemumblegrumble*

"What was that?"
"Nothing, darling."