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And it's titled, Am I the Arsehole for Walking Out Over a Chair?

Okay, hear me out. For as long as I remember in my family, almost any time I got asshole for walking out over a chair. Okay, hear me out.

For as long as I remember in my family, almost any time I got up from my seat, someone

would take it to either be funny or claim it as if no one was using it.

And as a teenager, it literally got to the point I bought my own folding chairs so I could

pick it up and carry it with me.

If I left it where it was,

someone would take it, then get mad when I wanted it back. As an example, on a holiday last year,

I got up from my chair for a moment to help with something and came back to find a kid in it.

And then the family berating me for wanting them to move. But I tell them that when a man owns and brings his own chair,

they expect to be able to use it. I own a very nice folding chair that's comfortable and

easily portable. And I pretty much bring it to any family event because people are always

scrambling for chairs. Well, the other day I went to a birthday party for my nephew and like always

I brought my own chair. But at some point I went to a birthday party for my nephew and like always I brought my

own chair. But at some point I had to use the bathroom. When I came back, my chair was gone

and everyone acted like they didn't know where it was. I said they had one minute to return

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