We used to live in a block of Units, sorry for the Australianisms. Basiclay four ground floor, small apts connected to each other. Most would have a kitchen lounge and a single bedroom.
Any how we move in. The three other units were occupied by elderly retired people who hated the idea of having us youngsters among them. But we slowly brought two of the Units people around by doing messages etc and being helpful. The other person loathed us. Never knew why and doesn't matter.
We were a young couple with furniture from op shops etc. We had a dinner table with curved 'chrome' coated chairs. But they were badly designed and bent when you sat in them (after several years). We had a thing called hard rubbish collection. The local council arranged a time that each street could put out 'large' items for rubbish collection, such as bed mattresses, chrome chairs that bent etc and they would collect and salvage them. Of course this lead to people picking up other peoples goods swapping etc.
Anyhow we put out our terrible chrome chairs, that looked OK but bent when you sat in them. Then went to work as usual.
Jean, the old lady who hated us went to check out the stuff we and others have left.
Oh these chairs look OK that the strange people have put out she said ( we got the full story from the other neighbours, they were still laughing). So she sat in one. A seventy year old b***h (sorry) suddenly had the chair fold backwards and the arms cross over. She was 'sitting head down. dress up. bloomers exposed and no way to get her out. In the end the fire brigade was called to cut her out.
We got home that night and the other neighbours had clubbed together to buy us a bottle of wine. They hadn't laughed so much in years, they said.
Just wish I had seen it.
Cindy
