Well, it’s more like “bums on”.
If a person’s life story can be told through the state of their office chairs, then mine would be near-unpublishable. I have left a trail of destruction in the wake of my sedentary lifestyle: hard-wearing workhorses passed down from my parents, a fancy Herman Miller at my former job, and the peeling faux-leather wreckage of a cheap IKEA chair that now sits forlorn in some storage area somewhere.
None of them have ever been right for me — but I’m hoping this one, the one I’m sitting in right now, can be the happy ending to my tragic seat story.
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