Didn't know if I should be laughing when I see a chair named after him or if I should be 'affected' in a negative way seeing his name pop out randomly. (After the divorce, seeing this name just disgusts me to the max...)
However, I came out this analogy and told my boyfriend, who was also shopping with me: if I bought the chair and sat on it, it would be akin to sitting on my ex-husband and I won't mind peeing, farting or shitting on it. I could also imagine that I am sitting on him and he is smelling my butt or even kissing my a$$.
End the shopping trip without buying the chair though. The thought of sitting on this chair would just 'dirty' my buttocks further. I rather be infested with e.coli than to be sitting on a chair named after him.
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