Once upon a time, there were two single women who lived together in Washington D.C. One was Asian. The other was not. Together, they tastefully decorated a cute rowhouse and furnished it with lovely accessories from all over the world. They had scrolls from Asia, papyrus paintings from Egypt, sofas from Virginia, drapes from Sweden (ok, Ikea), artifacts from Chinatown in Boston. The home was beautiful. All they needed was another area rug for the common room.
Then one day, the non-Asian girl's father brought over a rug. He restores Oriental rugs as a hobby and agreed to lend a rug to the two ladies. But ... it was an ugly rug. A really ugly rug. Threadbare, old and ugly. The Asian was horrified, but, alas, what could she do? It was on loan. And it belonged to her roommate's father.
And so the Asian began to hatch a plot ....
Stay tuned for the next exciting installment of "The Ugly Rug."
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