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Dude.
Furniture polish residue from earlier in the day + faux wood floor + new socks = pudgy 30 year old man screaming like a girl and waving arms wildly as his feet slip completely out from under him.
I also have a habit of not watching for my chair at work. I could be reading paperwork, talking to someone...whatever. Last time I was going over copies of returned checks and forgot that I had moved my chair out to grab a rogue pen earlier. My ass lightly hit the edge of the chair and then slipped all the way out. Again, more screaming like a girl and flailing.
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No signature. None. Seriously.
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