Beanbag

Couple days ago I woke up with an obsession. An obsession to won something. And not just any object without particular reason. Though I don't remember I have ever tried one of these piece of furnitures, as soon I read the word "beanbag" i knew this was it. They make nice chairs out of them, with volume of app 1 m^3.

Today I moved out of my shell of home, and ventured into the cold, wet and dark city of Budapest. I found one shop on the internet, all the others offer sale places in remote areas like Szeged, or Debrecen. Its even further than Gyal, so they were out of the question. I found this particular shop around midday, just to find it closed. I dipped my sadness into the spicy ketchup sauce of the nearby potatoe shop, where they shared their intel: the shop opens after 12. Hah! I waited, and waited, and when there was no potato left I dared to step into the place where the objects of my desire lay bare. Beanbags wherever I look! Awesome sight. I quickly jumped into one of them, and after a long and bloody struggle against my sleepiness I won, and got up again. Made a deal with the pretty and incredibly long lady of the shop that she will store my bag of desire for 2 days.

But me, the master of logistics needed no 2 days for such a mere trivial task. Phoned my mother, who had a car and arranged a transportation to the remote areas of Budapest - where I live. I dragged my love, dubbed "relax beanbag chair", through the amazed beams of gazes from the subway folks, to arrive ten minutes later to the car.

And later, it got home safely. No story would be complete without a handful of pictures, so here are some:

Hardly fits into my tiny room, but is hell comfortable.