“This happened when I was in middle school. My grandma’s house was in Chicago and very small. We have a fairly large family, so seating was always a hassle. The tables would line the walls with just enough room for the chair pressed up against the wall.
My seat was placed in the dead center, the farthest away from leaving the dining room. Therefore, if I wanted to enter/leave, I would have to have five people get up and shimmy across to let me out. So a brilliant idea popped into my head, I just crawled under the table and through my chair into the spot. Everything worked out as planned. Then I finished eating, I always ate fast and I finished really fast, I really wanted to leave. I thought the best idea was to crawl through my chair (one of those metal folding chairs) just like before and crawl under the table and out the other side.
Well, I guess I ate too much. I didn’t realize this until I was halfway stuck in the chair. I started to panic, I was stuck. Eventually, my cousin saw me struggling and just pointed and laughed. One thing led to another and my entire family was dying laughing and taking photographs of me. I started crying and screaming to get me out of the chair.
They tried pulling me out, but I was really stuck in there. My dad ended up having to take the chair apart to get me out. Pretty much, I have never lived that moment down. Every Christmas I hear the same story.”