I’m thinking It’s someone’s house, but knowing they’re are likely to throw a LAN party they opportunistically found a community centre/doctors office/gathering place that was throwing out the old chairs and grabbed as many as they could carry.
I grew up in a house that hoarded chairs. Between Dad hosting card nights, mum hosting social clubs, and me and my brother throwing LAN parties, any time any 4 of us were walking home and we saw an old chair on the curb, we’d carry it home with us because we always felt like we could never have enough chairs.
Our side shed had like a 60 mismatched chairs all stacked up in it. And at Christmas time we’d use them all when extended family came for a BBQ.
My brother and I would throw LAN parties in the garage. As if LAN parties weren’t already stuffy and sweaty enough, we had a corrugated iron box on a concrete slab in the Australian summer. Often my parents would throw a party of their own at the same time because they knew they weren’t getting any sleep with 20 kids in their late teens screaming cues in the backyard, so more chairs was more good.
Plus dad never slept during a LAN party because he was so paranoid about his garage catching fire, which I’m still surprised we never did . (at least, not an electrical fire. Every friend group has the one guy who’s obsessed with fire and is always burning stuff… That person was me, I may have set fire to my own pants and hair one party, but nothing else took damage)
I’m thinking It’s someone’s house, but knowing they’re are likely to throw a LAN party they opportunistically found a community centre/doctors office/gathering place that was throwing out the old chairs and grabbed as many as they could carry.
I grew up in a house that hoarded chairs. Between Dad hosting card nights, mum hosting social clubs, and me and my brother throwing LAN parties, any time any 4 of us were walking home and we saw an old chair on the curb, we’d carry it home with us because we always felt like we could never have enough chairs.
Our side shed had like a 60 mismatched chairs all stacked up in it. And at Christmas time we’d use them all when extended family came for a BBQ.
My brother and I would throw LAN parties in the garage. As if LAN parties weren’t already stuffy and sweaty enough, we had a corrugated iron box on a concrete slab in the Australian summer. Often my parents would throw a party of their own at the same time because they knew they weren’t getting any sleep with 20 kids in their late teens screaming cues in the backyard, so more chairs was more good.
Plus dad never slept during a LAN party because he was so paranoid about his garage catching fire, which I’m still surprised we never did . (at least, not an electrical fire. Every friend group has the one guy who’s obsessed with fire and is always burning stuff… That person was me, I may have set fire to my own pants and hair one party, but nothing else took damage)