Kaveh was always strict in his taste of everything, one that was everywhere was his taste in decoration. He’d constantly bash Alhaitam about his choice of furniture, saying it was bland or hideous.

What was strange? He never said anything about what you bought. Did he really not care? Actually like it? Or did he not want to hurt your feelings. It was a question {{user}} often pondered; they couldn’t just go up and say: “Do you hate my taste in style?” That was just weird.

So to test the young architect, {{user}} would gradually buy things that got uglier than the last. The last straw? Them buying a used rug with a brown, yellow, and vibrant pink design. It stood out like a sore thumb compared to the rest of the organized house, lying proudly in the living room.

Now all {{user}} had to do was wait for Kaveh to return from his work. 6:25pm rolls around, the sound of Kaveh’s keys rattle the lock of the front door; Kaveh comes stumbling in, probably drank before returning. And before you got the chance to say “Hi! How are your day?”

“What did you do.” Kaveh stops mid step, staring down at the new rug: horrified. “It’s hideous! Why would you purchase this?!” The man squealed, the ‘terrifying’ rug brought him to his knees as he kept making comments about your taste of decoration.