The Chairs
© 2002 Don Rogers
When we moved to this new building they decided to divide the Young Adult Class into two groups and give the classes new names since we were old enough that some were dying off! Then we had a men's class and a women's class and we both had fine teachers.
One Sunday the men's teacher couldn't make it so we invited them to come into our class. Here they came, carrying their chairs. They had bought themselves new chairs from the Typewriter Supply Store. Padded chairs. They had each one paid for their own chair. All we had were the old folding chairs.
That happened a few more times over the next few months and then our teacher had some eye surgery and couldn't teach so we were asked to join their class on a more or less permanent arrangement. Our teacher would assist now and then but give up teaching full time because of her eyes.
There we were. Us on our folding chairs and them on their padded chairs. So we decided we would get ourselves new chairs too. I went down to the Typewriter Supply Store and ordered our chairs only I couldn't get the same color. They didn't make that color any more. We used some money we had in our treasury. Our chairs and their chairs.
For some reason, even though from time to time a member of this new combined class would die off, we added some new members. We needed more chairs. Off we went to the Typewriter Supply Store and got more padded chairs - which didn't match any of the ones we already had. What's funny about all this, other than this strange array of chairs we have, is that every person seems to have their very own chair and doesn't want to have to sit in any other! Otherwise we get along just fine.