Whenever I am forced to occupy a room with chairies who are indulging in their vice, I can't help but turn red-faced from second hand embarrassment. It is like they have no idea how shameful they are being.

I was in a bank waiting around for my turn, and this large man was seated in one of the chairs. He was a typical chairy, suffering their typical body type. His lungs were half collapsed due to posture, and I could hear his labored breathing from across the room. It is like the chair is sucking the life out of him in front of my eyes, as I watch in horror, while I am doing a relaxing resting squat pose.

So then, it is his turn to be called. He need to use both legs, both arms, and a vocal grunt, just to escape from the chair. For a moment, I thought he was going to blow a hernia from the effort, but he escaped from the chair mostly unscathed, this time.