We don't entertain like we used to. Which I guess is just a side effect of getting older? I remember when I was a kid, there was a certain point where my parents friends stopped coming around too. My dad's friend Carnac (I don't think it was his real name) used to be at our house every weekend for dinner. Other people too, but Carnac was a fixture of my early childhood. He was always over for dinner, so much so that my parents bought an extra chair for our dining room set that almost looked like the other four, but didn't quite match?
The point is, the dude was around a lot. And my parents made space for him. And then one day I just realized this guy, Uncle Carnac, who's been around for most of my life, hadn't been around in months. He'd been around so much that my dad put a chair for him at our table, and now, I'm not even sure if he's alive or dead. That's some shit, isn't it? But yeah, all their friends drifted away. They had their own kids and their own things going on. It got hard to get together as often.
I can't say I don't get it, because we did the same thing when we got older. I swore to myself that I wouldn't let people drift away like that, but some things are just out of your control. I had people coming over so often in my 20's that I needed to buy extra seating (see, we're getting there). I got these 8 chairs used and in good quality from a church that was closing. I guess they had people drift out of their life too? We used them often enough that at a certain point I stopped packing them up and taking them down the basement every week. But just like with my parents, folks stopped coming. We kept inviting them. Still do sometimes. But at this point it's been so long since we've seen these people that it would feel weird if they even accepted? I still love them. I'll always love them. There's nothing malicious about the situation. We're all just living different lives, and at a certain point, you have to stop holding space for people who aren't coming back.
The chairs are in great shape. The paddings held up. They're pretty clean. Nobody's ever hit someone across the back of the shoulders with any of them. Well, since I owned them anyway. I can't say what the church did with them, but if they did hit someone with them, it wasn't hard enough to bend them. Which makes sense, since wrestling (did you pick up that this was a wrestling reference?) is fake anyway. I've got another story about that, but I don't like to ramble on.
Anyway, good chairs, 8 of them. I'm pretty firm on the price, but I suppose everything's negotiable? I'll meet you anywhere in Lancaster City to hand off, or anywhere in the county for full price +$20. I won't ship them. Don't make it weird.