my nemesis, a short story

Years ago, as Mr. W and I were out shopping for a sofa, we walked past this chair. Mr. W instantly fell in love. It reminded him of a chair he had in college – a.k.a. the cruel chair. (his words)

studio waterstone

An elderly lady standing near us commented, “Honey, that is one butt ugly chair!”. I laughed. We argued over the chair. Then we bought it and from that day forward it was known as our butt ugly chair.

studio waterstone

studio waterstone

The end.

Help.

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7 thoughts on “my nemesis, a short story

  1. I believe we left a similar butt ugly chair behind somewhere in Australia. Nice to be able to ditch that sort of thing even if it means someone else might be having a great time sitting in it now.

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