So a few moments after I made that last post, I leaned back and took a sip of my soda. It was at that moment that the heads of all three bolts decided that they didn’t have to take this anymore, and promptly sheered off. My exact thoughts as I plummeted toward the floor, I kid you not, were as follows:
“I knew this would eventually happen.”
“I hope there’s nothing sharp or hard on the floor. I think I got everything when I cleaned up earlier. Did I?”
“Don’t spill the soda!”
So there I was, my calves resting on the seat of the chair, my back still in contact with the now-detached portion of the backrest, my head on the floor…
and my hand holding aloft my half-full can of Diet Mountain Dew, not a drop of it spilled.
So I still have my half soda, which pleases me, but now the bottom half of my back is warm and tingling, which I’m not sure is a good sign.
November 6th, 2006 at 2:02 pm
We should have taken your chair to the range and see what a shotgun would have done to it.
November 6th, 2006 at 2:17 pm
I’m working on a blog post about the range trip. It should be up by tomorrow at latest.
November 6th, 2006 at 3:55 pm
::stiffled laugh:: Oh what I would have given to see that in person…even just the result would have been priceless to behold.
*ahem* Are you ok now?