My mom called yesterday. We talk almost daily. Sometimes about specific things, sometimes about nothing. I like the rhythm of those calls. I could tell by her voice this was a 'something' call.
"I'm looking on the website at stuff for sale!" oh no......this always means she has found something for ME. She is over with her shopping. My parents have declared they don't need anything else. But Mom is always shopping for us. Her kids and grand kids. I waited. With baited breath. "What did you find?"
"Just see if you can figure out what this is!" she exclaimed. And she began to spell something. It was so foreign I couldn't even picture it in my mind. "Spell it again," I said. So she did. More slowly. "C-H-E-S-T-E-R-D-R-A-W".
By then she was laughing. I was completely bewildered, and honestly a little hostile. (We are highly competitive Scrabble players). So I said, just a little huffy, "I don't know what that is."
"Someone is trying to sell a CHEST OF DRAWERS and they don't have a clue how to spell it!" Mom blurted out through her laughter. We laughed and verbally skewered the poor soul who was so ignorant.
Growing up, we always had a chest of drawers. I suppose, depending on where you live, it could also be called a dresser or bureau. I can remember, as a young girl, thinking it was a "Chester drawers", not quite understanding who Chester was. The first time I ever said that out loud I was promptly corrected, along with an explanation that the piece of furniture was a chest that held drawers for my clothing. I never made that mistake again!
So, to all the Chesters out there: sorry, but no. You don't have any furniture as a namesake. To the rest of you, go in there and take a look. It's a chest of drawers.
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