Chairs are a fat person’s enemy.
When you are a
chubby person, chairs are so not your friend. And you don’t really know it until you reach
a certain level. Kind of like when even
my shadow was fat. There are different
levels of F-L-U-F-F-I-N-E-S-S. You have to know what I’m talking about. There is someone maybe 20 pounds overweight
at the low spectrum – me at the higher spectrum but then someone 800 pounds who
can’t get out of bed – so yeah levels.
…..It was years
ago @ Salt Lake Community College when I realized chairs were not my friend. I forget the class I signed up for. I went fairly early on the first day as is my
habit. I walk into the classroom and
there are about 15 students who had already arrived. I smiled with them, exchanging pleasantries
as I walked into the classroom – eagerly anticipating the semester. I had no idea of the nightmare I was going to
experience right then.
I chose a seat near the back and went to sit
on one of those desk-chair combo things.
You can’t imagine my surprise as I got
stuck half-way down – my booty
and belly being too much for that piece of furniture. Not knowing what to do, I stood up and the
chair/table came with me. As I struggled
to free myself, someone snickered and then every head in
that room turned to witness my utter shame. As I escaped that room, not a soul could look
me in the eye. Most people were laughing
– the rest feeling sorry for me. I ended
up dropping school at that point.
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