This was a steal, even by Craigslist standards. $25 for a futon frame? Super sold. So B! and I hopped in the Yaris, buzzed across town, and knocked on the door of one of the nicest beachfront condos I’ve ever seen. Its owner, an early 20-something dudebro, gestured behind him at the pile of metal and wood that was the disassembled futon frame.
Hm, I thought, those arms look awful high.
“Those are some high arms,” I said.
“Yeah,” replied dudebro, “it just didn’t work in my place.”
But shit, for twenty five dollars, I’ll buy just about anything. So we put it in the car, we cart it back to Revere, haul the thing upstairs, and put it together.
Ladies and gentlemen, This thing is not a futon. It’s a bed. Or a restraining crib for cantankerous adults. You choose.