Somewhere in the middle of London, near the Thames, there's a sort of square surrounded by several restaurants, all with open air tables. They were pretty full, but we would still have seats. While deciding which to eat at I migrated to the centre of the square, where sat several logs in the end, all of different sizes, with a chunk cut out of them so that they looked like high backed chairs. Therefore I assumed that this is what they were. So I sat on one.
Bad idea.
It immediately toppled over, knocked all of them down, and I went sprawling, legs rolling high in the air. One thousand people saw, watched me attempt to stand them up again (and fail frequently), and talked about me amongst themselves. I was devastated, and pretty paranoid as a result: it seemed like a well-designed trap, I expected some guys from Candid Camera or something to emerge, but they never did.
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