The floor of the building I used to work on my thesis in got moved to a new floor in another building. This meant that all the items on said floor had to be tagged and labeled and decided to either be kept or thrown out. I had been sitting on the same chair for 5 weeks and really liked it. It however had a hole in the front:
And it was already quite old. So I asked the ladies of the secretariat whether they were planning on taking it to the new floor, and if not, I would like to take it home. They said I could take it as it was broken already, so I took it home. This involved some rolling around and storing it at a friend and eventually, a week later, I managed to move my chair from Utrecht, by bus, train and car to my home. It still had the hole, so I decided to fix that with a patch. It’s not pretty but it does the job.