“The chairs are here!” someone exclaimed when the delivery man opened our office doors.
We had ordered office chairs for everyone as some of my colleagues’ chairs were starting to show their age.
The new chairs that came in were all high backed swivel arm chairs, and they were wrapped tightly in plastic.
“Time to tear the hymen!”
“Yeah! I like being the first. I like virgins!”
Soon, one of my colleagues was getting a bit frustrated with the plastic wrapping and was getting particularly rough.
“Hey be gentle with her,” someone told him. “It’s only her first time.”
Before long, some of us were done with the deflowering and were happily seated on the new chairs.
“Nice. I like being on top.”
“Yeah and it feels good doing this”, he said while rocking rocking the chair.
We soon had to put away the old chairs.
“How do we stack them?”
“Let them do a 69,” came the reply. It worked.
Eventually, one of my colleagues decided he could bring a couple of those chairs back home to use. So they were asking who’s old chair was still in good condition.
“My ex is still good,” I told them.
“Which one is yours? Is it the blue one?”
“Ermm… I really can’t remember. Once I dump her, it’s over. Time to move on. No more looking back.”
“You heartless jerk.”
“But I have to say, she was pretty good. You should take her - she’s got experience.”
We eventually decided to name our chairs.
Mine’s called Chairyl.
