Once regal and impressive, the chair is now a cast off.
He's only missing one button cover. He even has all of his wheels! Flying through my mind as I passed by the alley, I briefly contemplated the chair. And then, doubled back to take a closer look.
If I took the chair, how would I get it home? Obviously I'd have to roll it the mile and a half . . . and it's better than carrying it, but awkward nonetheless.
Should I just push it in front of me the whole way, like a shopping cart?
Sit in the chair and scoot along bit by bit?
Or perhaps launch myself backwards, elementary school style, in order to get the most propulsion? . . . Steering would be difficult though . . .
In the end, all I got was this photo. I really didn't want to deal with all of the looks I'd undoubtedly collect as I walked the chair home. And I simply don't have a place for it. Sorry, Chair.
In the words of the Narwhal from Elf, "Bye Buddy! I hope you find your dad!"
"Bye, Chair! I hope you find a new home!"
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