Those who know me know I am a cheapskate.
For the past eight years my computer desk chair is one I salvaged. The right
arm support had broken plastic covered with bubble wrap and duct tape. The duct
tape was wearing out.
Yesterday found me in an office building
where a tenant was selling off chairs and computer monitors.
The first chair selected didn’t fit. The
office manager was kneeling trying to make the various levers work. Her low cut
peasant style top didn’t cover her ample assets well and I had time to do a
good check out.
Another chair did fit (pictured above)
and I tried to negotiate. The quoted price was $40. Doing my best Fred Sanford
imitation I clutched my chest. The ladies called me on my bullshit so I showed
them my pacemaker scar.
Had them all laughing, usually a prelude
to getting the price down. No go.
Bought the damned chair for the asking
price. Perhaps a bit of little head thinking? Again, nice assets and my sex
life has me feeling married.
I’m soooo ashamed!
13 comments:
$40 to rest your ass and ogle a nice set of tits. Seems like a fair trade in this day and time.
Well I hope she at least loaded the chair in the car for ya at that price! And picked your keys up off the ground twice!
No, but I'll be in that building three days a week.
The dreaded sperm clot will get you every time.
BUT $40 is not that bad.
Retail on the chair per an invoice she showed me was nearly $150. The irony is I'm like a horny teenager but in my 70's. Don't know when I might grow up.
If you "grow up" you get boring. As Billy Joel sang, 'better to laugh with the sinners than to cry with the saints - the sinners have much more fun - only the good die young.'
Point!
Your back with thank you! :-) The 'other' part, well that's in your hands...
Hands? Hahahaha
You still need a life.
Sisty
yep.
Pictures (rackwise) or it didn't happen... ;)
None taken.
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