The 140 character version: Guests around table, chair on an angle, butt met chair, solid wood chair broke into pieces, butt met floor. Hilarity ensued.
It’s really, really busted. So now we have 5 chairs (that might or might not also fall apart) and one pile of kindling. Nobody was hurt and the chair wasn’t all that expensive, but 9 years later finding a replacement that matches will be a challenge.
Other than that, though, it was a good weekend.
I have a small, sad story about a chair breaking. In my eighth grade year, 1989, my teacher was diagnosed with cancer. She left for a long while but came back, perhaps ill advised, because she was in a false remission. She proceeded to sit on a stool and for some unknown reason shattered it completely. She was certainly not a fat person but it was an intersection of fickle physical laws. It was funny and sad at the same time. She was only back a few days then went home and died. One of my saddest memories.