We have an old sofa sleeper in a bedroom upstairs. It doesn’t get used often enough to replace but it looks worn. In order to freshen it up, we bought a slipcover. When the time came to put it on, I had the instructions. Straightforward, they consisted of one drawing.
Facing the front of the sofa, I was on the right, Stephen on the left. Reading aloud, I saw the label should be positioned to the back right side so I started first. Stephen then followed suite. As we were both stretching toward the front of the sofa, I said a few choice words about the poor quality of construction and how the #%&^ thing didn’t fit. Calmly, Stephen took the photo from my hands, looked at it, removed the cover, placed the label on my left side and miraculously the dang thing fit – like a glove.
I blame Stephen for this horrible experience because he should have known not to let me be in charge of anything requiring spatial relations. I hope he’s learned his lesson.
May the farce be with you!