Last night, while driving home from a Memorial Day party, I passed a chair in the road. It was an old, yellow overstuffed, whose better days were probably years behind it. It was sitting smack in the middle of the right lane of a one way street. I'm not sure if it had fallen off of the back of a truck, or if some wicked prankster had moved it there. It was an eerie sight as it loomed out of the darkness and into my headlights as I approached, and it gave the night a surreal quality. I hope no one hit it, though.