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This past weekend we (well, Jessica, really) spent some time cleaning up our upstairs office. Since Jessica moved in things have been a general wreck in the spare bedroom and the office (Mike@Tenant and Mike@Siegle’s old room), and so it took some time to get to organizing the large quantities of stuff. Along with all of the stuff, we seem to have acquired a few too many chairs:

1. The $25 chair I bought at Office Depot because it reminded me of the nice chairs we had in our rooms at Tech, and which was later converted into a nice keyboard amplifier stand.
2. Jessica’s computer/desk chair.
3. 6 kitchen table chairs.
4. 1 hand chair. (Thanks, Mom and Dad.)
5. Drum throne.
6. Old office chair with uncomfortable, tilty back.
7. Old office chair with nice, comfy faux leather, cracked foam armrest, and limp pneumatic lift.

That’s a lot of chairs; too many for two people. So we decided to get rid of the last two due to their faults, and our general lack of space for so many chairs. In truth I’d been wanting to get rid of them for quite some time, but somehow I didn’t think the trash men would take them if I just set them next to the garbage can. Jessica felt confident that they would, and I know I’ve seen our neighbors put tons of additional junk out next to their bin. On Monday morning I rolled out the blue garbage bin and the two chairs, which Jessica had taped “Garbage” signs on, and went to work.

Both chairs were gone by lunchtime, before the trash had even been collected! They didn’t last three hours in our cul-de-sac! Amazing. Naturally, we began to wonder who might have taken them, and at what time. They were somewhat functional, but really… did the sound of little plastic casters rolling on concrete rouse somebody’s 6th Chair Sense?

I picture the recipient of the leather one getting it home, using the lever to bring the chair to its full height, then sitting down and finding his knees at his chin. (”So that’s why it was at the curb…”) Likewise with the tilty backed one.

Or maybe they’re just delighted with them.

This afternoon Jessica checked the mail only to be chased by the neighbor’s yappy miniature dachshund. Our neighbor, calling the dog off (”Bad dog! Bad dog!”) asked about the chairs: “Were they for a garage sale?” Jessica explained that we had put them out for the trash. “Oh. Well, we wanted to buy them if they were for a garage sale.” Bizarre. They’re just chairs!

I want to go buy a cheap rolly chair, put it out by the curb, and sit in the bushes with a stopwatch to see how long it lasts.

Posted: Wednesday, June 28th, 2006 at 3:44 pm; Category: 1128; Comments feed: RSS 2.0.
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