[Crowbob]

My dad's chair was whichever chair he wanted to sit in whenever he wanted to sit in it. Not frequently, some one was in it when he wanted to sit in it and they got squished. Needless to say, that was infrequent, except for guests. His rationale was that if we didn't like it, we could get our own chair in our own house, which eventually we did. Funny thing was, when he visited, his chair was still wherever he wanted to sit, whenever he wanted to sit in it. I miss my dad.