Well, I got it good this past weekend.
Saturday evening I was hanging out on the porch smoking a cigarette. I plopped down on an Adirondack chair (which I've probably only used 4 other times in the 3 years that I've had it sitting on the porch) and when I leaned back the entire back of the chair exploded into a million pieces and sent me ass over apple cart.
Upon further inspection it seems someone that I presumably know removed all thirty-something screws out of the back of both of the chairs on my porch, took the screws with them and assembled the chairs so that nothing looked wrong until you put some weight on it.
I have to figure out who did this, because it's friggin' classic and I want to pat them on the back (and maybe a few inches higher) for a job well done!
