Chair Suicide
So I had a little incident last night...I was outside talking on my cell phone...I was talking outside because I live in a dungeon/nuclear bomb shelter that gets absolutely no reception...just sitting on my "front porch"...maybe I should explain what Utah deems a front porch....its a concrete slab about 30 cm by 1 yard with what can only be described as football turf covering it...I think the Barbie dreamhouse had a bigger porch than we do (my roommates and I)...anyway I'm sitting in one of those camp chairs talking away when suddenly my chair decides it can't take being stuck on this poor excuse for a forest and throws itself down the stairs....now these aren't your regular stairs I think they were made out of very sharp metal and then covered with spikes and this wasn't a nice fall by any means...you know the type where you can catch yourself and then play it off as if you meant to do that...like all of a sudden you had the overwhelming desire to make sure the floor of the porch really was there or something...anyway as I'm flying through the air...actually it was more like tumbling down the three stairs I'm thinking to myself...Ow this hurts. Now I know what you're all thinking...it was only three stairs right...it couldn't have been all that bad...but remember the sharp metal and spikes so falling down those stairs was the equivilent of falling about two stories. So I get up, brush myself off, and off course look around to see if anybody had seen the what could only have been a hilarious sight. Nobody was there...so I picked up the cell phone and started talking again like nothing happened....but this time I just sat in the grass...it was a lot safer.
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