Hey, hey Waffle gang, I do hope you are well. My name is Mark and today we're checking

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So thank you so much and let's crack on with today's first story.

Now, this one was suggested to me over on Twitter.

It's from Sit, Sit, Sit, Sit, Throwaway, who says, am I the asshole for walking out over a chair?

And it does come with an update as well.

Okay, hear me out.

For as long as I can 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

chair 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 holiday last year, I got it 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 events 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.

And 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.

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