So it happened. I pulled up the drive way and there it was. Sitting there like nothing had happened. Six days after the lady in the brown Cherokee absconded with it, it was back. I didn’t believe it at first. How does such a bizarre and crazy story happen to such a common place, ridiculously ghetto piece of furniture I salvaged from a trash pile? The whole story was comical enough before, but to have the chair returned… Who does that? And the Tule painted chair you’re wondering? It is gone.
The other day my husband saw a woman in a brown Cherokee and we tried to follow her, but she evaded us. I am so intrigued. I want to meet this woman. This woman who steals a chair, replaces it with an ugly one, then almost a week later returns the stolen goods and takes back her ugly replacement.
