Old Beach Chair

Last weekend when we were at the beach, my chair collapsed behind me when I leaned back on it. "Cheap piece of crap," I thought to myself as I carried it back to the car.

But when I was throwing it out I remembered just how long I've had that chair. It was part of one of the greatest grocery store purchases "evar."

We were on our way to the desert for my bachelor party, a weekend camping trip in Joshua Tree (then a national monument, now a national park). We just needed to make one more quick stop before we headed out.

The grocery store checker gave me a strange look as 14 twelve-packs of beer (ranging from imported stuff to Lucky Lager), two beach chairs, and one large can of pork and beans slid by on the conveyor belt. (I would scan in the receipt, which I of course saved, but time has faded the ink to the point that it is unreadable.)

I don't think I can complain about getting nine-plus years of service out of a grocery store beach chair.