I look over to my computer chair. Its hovering 3 inches above the ground. Its legs are spinning and its emitting the sounds of a helicopter propeller.
I chuckle and call it an idiot.
Helicopter chair...
Then I wake up.
I love when someone asks to close out their tab right after I plunge my hand in the sink to wash dishes because my barback probably spent his entire shift trying to figure out how to use a corkscrew.