In March my husband installed new flooring in our kitchen, covering up the 1993 white vinyl which remains the worst consumer purchase of my life. Silly me, I thought laminate was indestructible. I think not, Finknottle!
Curt started murmuring something about a plastic floor protector mat. No offense to you in the floor mat family, but they are, in my opinion, uglier than the underside of my kitchen vent hood.
We compromised with a low, backless shop stool that had safe-to-the-floor wheels. Since March, I’ve been hunching over!
I had no knowledge of the office wheel world, that there was even a difference between bad wheels and good wheels. I guess the hospital where he works is choosing these wheels for their chairs. He got rollerblade style rubber wheels and I have never been so happy with an office chair in my life! Smooooth ride! My grandsons love to get in the chair and scoot around. I’m thinking rollerblade wheels just may be the key to happiness!
It’s the little things…
Understand that I’m oriented toward hyperbole, but these are life changing!
So happy you are no longer hunched over on a stool. My spine had some empathetic aching for you.
I *could* have sat up straight if I had spent the last twenty years developing my abs!