Last Saturday I tried to go to a guitar class at the community college, LAVC.
However, my trip was cut short because the teacher is a flake and it's community college and I guess class was canceled or some such bullshit.
WHO KNOWS; I don't.
Anyway, I decided that I'd stop at a garage sale on the way home to look for a silver lining. I saw this wooden swivel chair that looked like it was either very old, very expensive or possibly both. The garage saleswoman was very intent on the fact that EVERYTHING MUST GO at ANY PRICE, so I asked her if the chair was for sale.
Oof course it was! But, she said, there was a fatal flaw. Of course there was! The chair did not actually swivel, as in some tragic limbo accident, it had gone too low and was never coming back up again.
Twenty one dollars later (I also bought a number of large wooden consonants at ten cents a piece and rounded up), I jammed this beautiful chair into my car and tossed my consonants onto the driver's seat.
Well, I un-limboed that chair. While it still showed its age (hard to wheel around) it was most definitely a beautiful chair and did its chair duties largely without complaint.
Until today, when I came home, and the chair just fell in two.
It didn't.. break, per se. It's not like I sat down on it and it cracked snapped or even made a noise. I pushed on the chair, and it just fell into halves. As if someone else, earlier in the day (a great fat person, perhaps) had fat down in it, busted it in two, and just sort of rested the new top part onto the new bottom part.
I guess my chair had two fatal flaws, at least. One was a fake fatal flaw (a FFF, if you're into acronyms), and a second could be that it only had a finite number of sits left in it before it croaked. Or its fatal flaw could have been that it doesn't survive being sat in by fat people, or perhaps fat ghosts.
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