The first time I ever heard of 3Guys Furniture Resource, Inc., I was seventeen years old and running down Highway 666. My mother had just fallen off the roof while taking down the Christmas decorations. Well, we were so poor that we didn't even have a phone, and Dad hadn't got the car fixed yet, so I had to take off for help...on foot.
That's when I met the guys at 3Guys Furniture Resource, Inc. They picked me up and gave me a ride to the nearest service station—they even gave me a quarter to call from the pay phone, since the *BLEEP* clerk wouldn't let me use his phone.
Well, Mom was pronounced dead on arrival by the paramedics, but in retrospect, I see now that that was really one of the luckiest days of my life. When I went in later to express my gratitude to the guys, I found the world's best deal on a sofa! A price so low, in fact, that even my dad could afford it...especially with one less mouth to feed.
3GUYS FURNITURE RESOURCE, INC.
Because we care...
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