Coffee Book Tables. (Courtesy of Russo)

There is no argument against this.

You've found an absolutely splendid couch and you have 100% set up a serious camp on it. You look in front of you and see the coffee table. In your head, you think, "OH YES. I AM MOST CERTAINLY GETTING MY LEG REST GOING ON WITH THIS HERE COFFEE TABLE."

You put your feet on the edge of the coffee table.

LATER.

The fucking thing slips out from your feet and slides across the floor like a piece of butter. Sucks.

Or worse: You get your jam on with that coffee table - no slidage. Then some douche who you barely know flops down on the couch, sees your feet and then decides that copying you is a great call. NOW the table slides away.

THANKS, PAL - LOVE, JAY.

Billy Mays needs to get on this shit. Quickly.