Chair today
In the middle of my apartment is a windowless room that no one likes to talk about. It's where my boyfriend keeps his massive—not very well organized—collection of records and CDs, where I throw bags of clothes that are meant to go to Goodwill but somehow never do, and where we store embarrassing books that we wouldn't like company to see (The Artist's Way, Dealing with People You Can't Stand, my not-working-very-well Suze Orman collection). It's also the broken-chair hospital—kind of like an Island of Misfit Toys, except with chairs that are missing a rung or a screw, or, in one case, a seat. We keep these chairs, I think, in case of the Big Dinner Party—the one that maybe happens once a year for which we usually rent chairs because no one has yet dealt with the misfits. Sigh. Today on eBay, I thought maybe I could change all this, do away with the hospital, and purchase this perfect little set of bentwood space-age seating that is not only stackable but right now going for just a buck (no reserve!).
that pun is weak