Mr. BIL’s chair is awful. When you sit in it, if you lean back even slightly it tips back with speed that rivals a cheetah. It’s terrible and I can’t tell you how many times someone has freaked out sitting in his chair.
Yesterday he called me into his office for an end-of-the-day pow wow to go over some stuff. As we were chatting he leaned back. CURRRR-RRRRRACK! All of sudden it’s like he’s in a dentist chair – his practically horizontal in his chair. I burst out laughing and said, “I TOLD you that chair was awful!”
“Watch this!” he said, a gleam in his eye. He picked up his phone and called our facilities guy, who was already gone for the day. When his voicemail picked up, Mr. BIL yelled, “I’ve had enough of this! I’m throwing my chair out the window – this is unacceptable! My chair just broke and now I have a huge knot on my head where I fell. Jaynee was my witness! I’m going to sue everyone in this place for creating a hazardous work environment! And you are put on notice that I want one of those new aryan chairs PRONTO!”
Aryan? I thought. “Um…do you mean ergonomic?” I asked as he continued to do his fake rant.
His eyes widened. “NOT ARYAN! ERGONOMIC! I MEANT ERGONOMIC!”
By this point I had tears in my eyes at the thought of someone requesting an aryan chair. When Mr. BIL hung up the phone we sat in stunned silence for a minute.
Finally, I said, “I had no idea chairs could be racist.”