Broken legs!

(This is my photo of the stencil, waiting on the stairs.)

I was packed and ready to sit in the chair. I sat down and went down the first step - still have stairs in my house, but not for long! When we went down the second ladder, I heard a "poouf" deaf (onomatopoeia itself!), Immediately shrugged my chair on my back. I realized that something was wrong. We look better and realize that a broken bolt. Get out of the chair and was sitting in the doorstep, hoping to patch. It took two hours, the screw holes did not line up. There were contracts to sign! Were pending, would not give more time for the appointment. As I stoodthere, staring at the chair, I realized something: that chair was my legs! What to doin a situation like this? A self-suggestion came to me: have a seat reservation. Untilthat lasted over six years was the first time I gave my chair breakdown.