Quotes About Comfy chair

The private jet was a luxury unknown to Ella. From the discreet flight attendant catering to their every need to the plush seats and room to walk around, she was overwhelmed and out of her element. Add the concussion and events of the last forty-eight hours, and no sooner had she settled into the comfy chair and buckled in than she tipped her head back and fell asleep.

The sofa always reminded him of the Monty Python sketch when a man, about to be tortured in the Inquisition, was threatened with the "comfy chair." Dear God, he thought, not the sofa. It was an unexpected, certainly unintended, torture, though Clara didn't seem to see it. The springs had long since let go, so that you either hit the concrete floor or, worse, a spring. He hovered over it for a moment, then, like a cliff diver, he committed.