I mean, what a bummer if you go help a neighbor move and all the guy owns is cactus furniture, right?
|You get used to it after a while|
You'd have to be stupid to buy cactus furniture.
Only, my brother used to sit on cactus plants all the time when he was little. My mom and dad are from a small town in southern Utah and when we were kids, any visit to Milford meant a Saturday afternoon out in the sagebrush shooting jackrabbits. And my brother would always find a cactus plant and sit on it.
I don't know why he did this. He wasn't slow, not then, but he sat on a cactus every time even though the end result was tears.
This makes me think that maybe there's a cactus furniture niche market out there somewhere. I mean, I would never buy a cactus love seat. Not for myself. But maybe for my brother. For Christmas. Or his birthday.
Cactus seat cushions . . . eh.