That flimsy, plastic, folding chair never had a chance. It's poorly made and totally worthless. If you're not going to build a quality product, why bother making it? Money I guess...but now the damage is done. Nothing drives home the message more clearly than publicly sitting on a chair and breaking it. It's like having a herald sound the trumpet, "Hear ye, hear ye that person is fat!"
I've broken my share of chairs and benches. The first occurrence happened in first grade. I was bouncing up and down on the bench at lunch when a loud crack reverberated through the concrete room. The wooden bench snapped. The janitor wasn't happy. I was embarrassed. To daily remind me of my husky nature a duct taped bench waited for me at lunch and demonstrated I was not kid-sized.
As an adult I've wised up. I do not attempt rest on flimsy plastic chairs. Still I face chair failure at unexpected moments.
This weekend I was indoors, but I wasn't safe. The antique chair is equally risky. I gingerly sat upon the dusty old chair. It's holding...I can breathe. Within minutes a felts something hit my toe, it was a loose bolt fallen out. The strain of holding me wiggled loose a bolt. Of course this happened when I was stuffing my face with chicken nuggets, reinforcing the problem - you're too fat! Don't sit on me!
In summary: I have broken many chairs. When this occurs I feel fat. Could the world make better chairs? Yes. Should I lose weight? Yes.
