For Mother’s Day, I made it VERY clear that the ONLY thing I wanted from my family was a new camping chair.
I’m calling it a camping chair since I think that’s what they’re called. Really, it’s a baseball chair.
For our wedding (almost 14 years ago), we received four of the very first versions of these portable chairs.
Two didn’t have arms. The two that did have arms didn’t have cup holders.
Baseball-chair design has come a long way since last millennium . . .
We wear these things out. Over time, the poles poke through the tops, and we end up sitting lopsided.
So, in faith that I would get the chair I asked for, I stuffed this chair in the trash can right there at the last ballgame before Mother’s Day.
If anyone wanted to fix or keep using a precarious chair, they could grab it right then and there. If not, it was already in the trash. I’d say that’s better than putting it in a donate box.