For The Record, I Thought It Was A Prop.

Another recounting of public embarassment. This time, not my own.
There I sat at lunch, casually observing passers-by in that awkward education conference way: quiet and respectful without making eye contact that might lead into a conversation. Creamsicle* padded down the hall chatting into her cell phone. The conversation sounded confidential, but pleasant enough.
I saw her see the child-sized chair.
I was skeptical that it would hold her.
And then....
Crack. Fall. Still on phone. Mumble. Vacate.
When I picked the pieces up after she had left, I found that the plastic chair was without bolts. As if someone had puzzled it together for just such a careless visitor.
It wasn't me.
Seriously.
But if I were going to do something like that, I would have left a video camera running and brought someone attractive to have her sign a media release.

*I do not know her name, but she wore orange and white. And I was eating.