T has two wing chairs drawn up in a chatty position, and one overstuffed couch that looks impossible to stay awake in (or to get out of). the chair I sit in is too big for me and I feel swallowed up or trapped in it, which is very distracting, so I usually end up perched on the very edge of the seat, which is tiring.

I haven't mentioned hating that chair but once, and last time I went there was the second time... and as soon as I said it, T offered to switch chairs with me.

Me sit in her chair?! no way!