My mother decided she wanted to introduce me to NCIS (the show, not the organization), so I settled down with my laptop on the little loveseat pushed up against the living room wall. She then proceeds to drag the rocking-chair directly in between where I’m sitting and the TV, sitting down and turning on the program.
Me: “Mom, I can’t see.”
Mom: “Move to the other couch.”
Me: “My computer’s over here. Why can’t you move the chair like a foot to the left?”
Mom: “Because then I can’t see.”
Me: “Well, neither can I!”
Mom: “Just move to the other couch! You’re the one who can’t see, anyways!”
Me: “I’M ON THE COMPUTER!”
Mom: “IT’S A LAPTOP! THEY’RE PORTABLE!”
At this point, my father became irritated enough to leave his work and walk in from the other room. He then proceeds to drag the couch I’m sitting on out into the middle of the living room, as I stare ahead in abject horror.
Me, softly: “You moved the couch.”
Dad: “You can move it back when you’re done.”
Obviously I couldn’t sit in the middle of the room, where anyone could walk up behind me. This is what I was trying to avoid by refusing to sit on the other couch. So, I scooted the couch back to its original position, and (when my mom stood to go get a glass of water) moved her chair a foot to the left. Dad stared at me for a long moment, sighed, and left the room.
Then when mom came back, she moved the rocking chair right back where it had been before, so it was all for nothing.
I have no idea what I'm doing.