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Maybe I should have mounted it...

I was taking one of my many daily trips to the bathroom/copier/printer/water cooler today and stopped dead in my tracks and became quite perplexed. Now this is a path I take regularly, it's quite simple really; turn right out of cube, right at corner go straight till door, usually I make this trip like a champion. This time however trouble, in the form of a chair, stopped me right in my tracks. Now usually a chair would be something that would stand in my way of water domination, but this was an unusual chair. On this chair was a sign that said "Do not move me, I belong here!" Well that's the trouble, I'm a sucker for following posted sign (a few like "do not enter" and "Danger" are signs I just don't ignore) so you could imagine my qualm with moving the chair to get through. After a moment or two's pause I decided the best plan, of course, would to be turn around and find a completely different path... after I did this as an after thought perhaps that isn't the smart plan... it's a chair for goodness sake... it's really quite a shame that's always the afterthought.

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