I went around to my local furniture thrift store and was surprised to find so many chairs being tossed away into dark corners, placed in the rainy cold, and being completely ignored by the men who sell them off, used and abused, for ludicrous prices. It made me sick. So much that I've taken it upon myself to become a chairitarian - a person promoting chair welfare and social reform. And hopefully one day, I won't have to experience the carnage I had to witness this weekend ever again.
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