My Eating Chair.

This chair's making me hungry.

I am a sloppy eater.  I don’t do it on purpose, but I just have some difficulty getting the food from the plate to my mouth without a little of it getting somewhere else like my shirt or the floor.  We have a nice sofa and we don’t want  me to get any food on it, so consequently, I must eat somewhere else.  That somewhere else is my eating chair.

My eating chair is an old and worn (though plenty comfortable) chair that sits next to our sofa.  And whereas at first it was simply a way to keep our new sofa nice and clean, my eating chair has grown to occupy a special place in my heart.  Like a child’s teddy bear, my eating chair’s consistent presence gives me a sense of stability and comfort necessary to weather this cold and frightful world.  I wonder if I’ll get to a point where my body associates this chair with eating and I end up getting hungry everytime I sit on a recliner.

Some day I will have to get rid of my eating chair.  Eventually it will either fall apart or we will decide it no longer has a place in our house and it will find itself sitting alongside the rest of that week’s trash (Or we’ll sell it on Craigslist).  And hopefully, it won’t go to the dumpster but instead another sloppy eater somewhere will find it and put it in their home and they will eat their meals on it and it will become their eating chair.

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