| Just after midnight, my new chair imploded. There were sparks and everything. My PCA thought there was going to be fire. Luckily I was away from the chair in my bed when this occurred. My PCA was just plugging Pumpkin (name of my new chair) in for the night. Now he’s dead. I’ll call the repair shop on Monday to see if they can schedule an emergency pickup for him. Poor dear, barely a month old and I’ve only had him 9 days and now he’s demised. He had a good life running those 21.4 miles with me, all too often at top speed, even if he can’t be revived. Which, of course, I hope he can after a few days with the mechanics and some much needed TLC. Rest in peace or pieces; I await you’re resurrection. Good thing Sheila (my old chair) was still around to pick up the slack. That way in can still have a life, while waiting for my other chair to be repaired. |
