Theoretically speaking, if someone was dumb enough to eat on the floor and then proceed to roll in their left over dinner, they'd probably be pretty excited to find a perfectly usable futon on the side of the road. Theoretically speaking, of course.
We were driving home from church, and were so excited that Nathaniel just jumped out of the car and carried it home right then and there. No need to change clothes!
And now, my friends, we have a thoroughly Febrezed futon to sit on. Pure bliss, I say. God bless college towns.