Poor Seat

Last week, my fat friend came over for a visit, and I was really looking forward to it. We’ve been friends for a long time, and I’ve always been supportive and never made him feel bad about his weight or size. I figured it would be just another fun hangout like usual.

We had fixed a date for him to come over, and I was excited to catch up. But honestly, I didn’t think much about my furniture before he arrived. I mean, my seats and bed have seen better days, but they’ve always worked for me.

When he finally got here, we settled down to chat and enjoy each other's company. That’s when it happened. He sat down on one of my chairs, and I could hear this terrible cracking sound. Before I knew it, the seat broke right underneath him! I felt so embarrassed; I didn’t know what to say. I reassured him that it was alright and that it had probably been on its last legs anyway.

But then, things got even worse. As the visit went on and we were having a good time, he accidentally spilled something on my bed. It soaked through the sheets, and I knew I was going to have to deal with that later.

Since then, I've been avoiding his visits.
I think the first day signs was a sign to something.
Let's see how it goes shaa.