Are the Chairs Comfy?

My husband is a trooper. We just got back from a vacation trip to the Pacific Northwest and he cheerfully agreed to visit almost all of the yarn stores on my list. And the ones we didn't hit were because we ran out of time, not because he ran out of tolerance. He trailed after me as we browsed through three stores in Seattle, calmly waited reading knitting books in a great shop in Kent, tiptoed with me through a very odd store in Tacoma, sipped his coffee through a terrific store in Portland, and encouraged me to go back and buy that expensive scarf kit in a Victorian house in Eugene. He watched patiently as I endlessly compared yarns and answered sincerely when I asked for his opinions on colors for the millionth time. One of the measures of being a truly lucky woman - a husband who's reponse when told of another yarn store is to merely smile, haul out the map to navigate our way there, and ask...."Are the chairs comfy?"