Death of an Office Chair

My office chair has officially gone to be...wherever the final resting place of fallen furniture happens to be. Serves her right, I suppose--she tried to kill me about three weeks ago (I have no logic for why my chair is a "she," other than the fact that "chair" in Spanish is a feminine noun. Grammar lesson for the day.) Yes, the bucking bronco disguised as a seemingly harmless (and comfortable) office chair tried to throw me off her back in a futile attempt to exact revenge on humans in general. Since that time she has attempted to also maul or permanently disable my assistant principal, a social studies teacher, and the special education coordinator.

I will survive. I will also get myself another office chair with no ill will towards the human race. :)