The furniture around me has this annoying habit of bumping into me. My mom puts it correctly. "Poor Shruthi. She just walks ahead, keeping to herself, and the furniture attacks her." At night, the furniture grows more vicious. And most of the time, the attacks are so freakish that I myself find it difficult to believe.
Take today, for instance. The dining chair. All I did was try to sit on the chair. The only mistake I made was to try to adjust the chair as I sat down. One of the legs of this cunning chair climbed over my toe just as I sat down--heavily--on that very chair.
Sigh.
Take today, for instance. The dining chair. All I did was try to sit on the chair. The only mistake I made was to try to adjust the chair as I sat down. One of the legs of this cunning chair climbed over my toe just as I sat down--heavily--on that very chair.
Sigh.
1 comment:
I hear you. The sofa is my nemesis. Most vicious item of furniture in my house, with a special hatred of my little toe.
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