My current nomination for most challenging job? Designing a one-size-fits-all-behinds chair. This after a recent visit to a coffee shop where I lost a battle with what appeared to be a perfectly decent looking piece of furniture.
My demands for a comfy chair are simple. I would gladly sacrifice "soft" to be able to lean back and still have my feet touch the floor. As a short person, I can attest that 'tis a rare chair that offers this basic human right.
The chair in question was designed by the same guy who gave us the rack. If I sat back, my legs actually, well, dangled. Since the edge of the seat was rounded like a pizza crust, if I sat forward I felt like a canary balancing on a perch.
I fidgeted like a two year old and contorted like a Cirque acrobat trying to settle in. Surely this chair had it in for my backside.
I was mentally designing my body for next lifetime --- long legs, please --- when all became right in the cafe world. One of the big overstuffed armchairs called to me and I pounced. Well, maybe pounced isn't the right word since by then I'd lost all feeling in my above mentioned dangling legs.
Perhaps throwing your newspaper at the chair with a cry of "dibs" violates proper coffee shop etiquette but my tush and I were desperate. Ahhh, now this is a chair!
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