It has been noted by several people that, when given the choice, I always choose a corner seat in a room. Someone asked me, "Why do you do that?" I replied, "It's probably because I spent most of my time in the corner as a kid."
Then I remember doing some pretty...uh...adventuresome things growing up.
Things like:
1. Setting my rag doll on fire and throwing it into my mother's upright baby grand piano.
2. Calling my father an S.O.B. at age 3 and having no clue what it meant. Mom said I must have heard the words S.O.B from one of the construction workers outside.
3. Blowing up a paint can and singeing my eyebrows.
4. Lighting a candle under the covers (I couldn't find a flashlight) so I could read when I was really supposed to be sleeping, which accidently set the sheets on fire.
5. Putting snakes in the bathtub.
6. Sneaking a pair of hamsters into the house which ended up being 30 hamsters. I had them well-hidden for a while.
...and the list goes on. Now you all know why I choose a corner chair. It's the safest place for me to be.
2 comments:
The corner seat also prevents all those folks you pissed off as a child from sneaking up on you to extract their just revenge.
HA!! I never thought about that, but now that you mention it there's probably some deeper reason why I always sit in a corner chair. I think the revenge thing is it. By jove, Ev, you're genius material.
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