The Chair

Well, excuse me, but I think you've got my chair.
Nope I'm not talking about the George Strait song, this isn't a tale of newfound love but instead one of absurdity, wasted time and utter ridiculousness.
A few weeks ago the dean of my department began the quest for a new chair. She had her assistant go forth to find 10 chairs for her to sit on so she could find the perfect chair. After several efforts for 10 chairs to be brought to her office, she finally realized this was going to be damn near impossible and decided that she would go ahead and go to the showroom to sit in various chairs. Finally the lucky chair was chosen and it was to be delivered here this Monday, well there were delays and miscommunications but yesterday the chair eventually made it. However there was one more surprise, the chair came in a big white box, yep that's right it wasn't assembled! So a little meeting was called to decide if they should send the chair back or if they should try to put it together. Right now I'm staring at some pieces of a chair piled in the corner, untouched and still in plastic, its' fate yet to be decided. Further complicating the matter a woman who retired from the department a few months ago popped in for a visit yesterday, a visit which lasted 6 hours, and she asked if she could have the old chair if they decided to keep the new one. They told her that they'd let her know sometime next week what they've decided..I had no idea a chair required this much time and energy!!