Mostly True Memoirs
MY WHEELED OFFICE CHAIR
My home office has a polished concrete floor.
I like to zoom around the room on my wheeled office chair.
Yeah, I know, I’m easily entertained.
The other day, I heard a metallic clinking sound.
I looked around to see what fell.
I saw nothing, and I was busy, so I forgot about it.
Last night, when I launched myself across the room, disaster struck.
Apparently the clinking sound I heard was hardware falling off of the underside of the seat.
Mid zoom, the chair disintegrated, and I careened to the floor in a pile of rubble.
I now have a golf-ball sized welt on my keester with a blossoming purple and green bruise.
And the chair is DOA.
Will I continue to zoom in my new chair?
Of course.
I won’t give up on that kind of entertainment.
However, I will now periodically tighten all the screws.
One pain in the a** is more than enough.