So at work, our office has a number of chairs that we use for working with disabled clients. One of the chairs is held together in part by a strip of packing tape. From numerous asses sitting on and standing up from it, the tape has peeled back a bit and sticks to your clothes. It's kind of annoying. So when taking chairs out for the day, I said to myself, "Nah, I'll leave this chair in the storage. Can't stand using it." And then ... I could almost hear a distinct "wuwuu ... no one loves me ..." I immediately wheeled the chair out with the others.
I blame you, Stuffman.