I didn’t know what to do last weekâ€¦ I was embarrassed and wondering if I had been seriously disfigured, or just too embarrassed to rest up. I sat down on my neighbors current wood chair and the back broke off. It snapped the wrong, and I ended up flipping the chair backward; When the chair went backward, I hit my head on the floor and my legs slammed against the heavy wood table I was laying at. I could tell he was infuriated, although I didn’t know if it was because I broke the wood chair, or he was distraught if I was hurt, and all I wanted to do was crawl under the table and hide as I looked up at all the faces staring down at me. I rolled off the wood chair seat and ungracefully pulled myself to my feet, then my head was throbbing, and my pride was suffering. I excused my self and apologized for destroying his chair! She was apologizing for not telling me the back of the wood chair was broken and I shouldn’t lean against it. All of a sudden, I was wondering why he put a broken chair up to the table, and I was furious. I stomped to the lavatory, hoping to scrub my face and calm down. All I could picture was the broken wood chair, and wondered if he would have said something to me about the chair, if I hadn’t fallen. Maybe he would have called me later and told me I broke the wood chair when I leaned back, although I was wrong. She actually did felt back, especially when I saw the gash on my knee where it slammed into the wood table.