Once upon a time, there was a gentleman by the name of Professor Butterburger. Professor Butterburger liked sitting on things. Hard. When he moved into the town of Jollyton, everybody had been extremely pleased to have such a learned man join their community, and he had received countless invitations to take tea. His visits would go something like this :
“Why, Professor Butterburger! How lovely to see you today. Have a seat while I make us a nice cup of tea, and maybe a spot of cake.”
“Why thankyou! Don’t mind if I do!”, he would say, targetting the nearest chair, and collapsing upon it with as much force as he could muster. KRUMPH!
“Oh my! Dear Professor, are you hurt? I am so terribly sorry.”
“My goodness. How on EARTH did that happen? It must have been broken already!”
“Yes, I suppose it must have been. Please, you must be quite shaken up. Do sit down.” KRUMPH!
“My bottom! You must have woodworm! I cannot think of any other possible explanation. Let me test your other chairs.”
“No! I mean, I just remembered that I have a terribly important appointment that I really cannot be late for. I’m afraid we shall have to take tea another day.”
“Oh dear, that is a shame. Well, I bid you good day!”, and he would leave, feeling extremely pleased with himself. Upon reaching home, he would write the details of his sitting in his sitting journal, and mark himself for style, strength, and quantity.
After a time, it will not surprise you to hear that people stopped inviting him to visit.