See this chair leg? It was once broken. I glued it back together. I'm pretty awesome.
So imagine my surprise, my utter amazement, to see this:
BAH! Broken again. But no, my glue job was amazing. This is the twin brother, Mario.
The exact same leg broke on Mario.
Now, I bought this table and chair set two years ago for $20. Pretty cheap right? Exactly. And the old me would've thrown this one away and happily, merrily, trotted my way to the store and bought another.
But I refuse, refuse (verb), to make this set refuse (noun). Hyuck hyuck.
It's not about the money. It's about the fact that they made this chair to break. They purposely created a horse.
A broken leg=garbage.
Planned obsolesence is the devil. Brett and I are fighting back with carpenters glue.