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Wow! You must not be married. Or if you ARE married, she must be one incredibly rare woman!
I once brought home a Simplex 35mm projector with a massive Perless-Magnarc lamphouse and cast iron pedestal; it took up the entire hall entrance of our apartment. It dripped oil. It was a beautiful beast to behold, but my fiance hated it...couldn't understand why we had to live with it. She would complain for half an hour after every time she had to come or leave the apartment as one had to squeeze past it to get in or out the door.
Once when we were going to a party, as we left, both us in our party best, sliding past the Simplex XL, the fiance's dress got smeared with grease and oil. Then and there, I was roundly chastised and given an ultimatum: "Either that thing leaves or I do."
I didn't miss her as much as I thought I would.
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