Chair Saga (¶2)

Sometime around the middle of April, there just weren’t enough chairs to go around, and by the end of April half of us were sitting on folding chairs. The first variety of folding chair we were able to scrounge was of the plain, unpadded metal variety. I could take about five minutes on this chair before it became uncomfortable, about half an hour before it became painful. This was extremely problematic, as I generally spend about ten hours a day sitting (on my 5^th point of contact—part of a Parachute Landing Fall, or PLF—as we in the Airborne community say, though of course now I am only Chairborne, having not jumped out of an aircraft in fright… er, flight, for some time now). It occurred to me that I should get Sheryl to send me my inch thick gel pad purchased for long trips on my motorcycle, but realized that it would probably get here about the time the new chairs did. I just happened to have brought a Coleman combination poncho/stadium seat cushion with me, so I brought that into work, set it on my chair, and my ability to tolerate the non-padded metal folding chair increased dramatically. Of course, it was still not the most preferable cradle for my derriere, but at least it was survivable.

This story has a happy ending, please stay tuned for more…

Semper Fi, Jon G.