When I sat at the table, the back of the wood chair broke off.

I didn’t suppose what to do last week, then i was embarrassed & wondering if I had been seriously mangled, or just too embarrassed to sit up.

I sat down on our neighbors current wood chair & the back broke off. It snapped the wrong, & I ended up flipping the chair backward! When the chair went backward, I hit our head on the floor & our legs slammed against the heavy wood table I was sitting at. I could tell she was miserable, but I didn’t suppose if it was because I broke the wood chair, or she was sad if I was hurt, however all I wanted to do was crawl under the table & hide as I looked up at all the faces staring down at me. I rolled off the wood chair seat & ungracefully pulled myself to our feet, my head was throbbing, & our pride was suffering. I excused our self & apologized for destroying her chair, however she was apologizing for not telling me the back of the wood chair was broken & I shouldn’t lean against it. All of a sudden, I was wondering why she put a broken chair up to the table, & I was furious. I stomped to the powder room, hoping to clean our face & calm down. All I could picture was the broken wood chair, & wondered if she would have said something to me about the chair, if I hadn’t fallen. Maybe she would have called me later & told me I broke the wood chair when I leaned back, but I was wrong. She actually did felt back, especially when I saw the gash on our knee where it slammed into the wood table.

Southwest style