You wait for it all week. The countdown begins five days in advance, and as each day creeps forth, so does your excitement. As the work week wears on, smiles grow bigger; more sincere. Common phrases like, “Got any plans?” and “I’ll save this for Monday” are heard everywhere you turn in your office. It’s here! It’s Friday! Time for the all-important, never forgotten, after work, ready for the weekend trip to the pub!
Everyone clamors down the street and suddenly becomes best friends – even that guy who knows everything and never shuts up strolls arm in arm with his cubicle mate who often threatens murder if silence is not granted. Your nine-to-five workweek is behind you and two days of bliss offer anything you want them to. Come rain or shine, those days belong to you, not some coffee-toting suit.
Middle aged men and women, still in their sensible work shoes, run and scatter to different areas of the bar: some choose the jukebox, others head straight toward the dance floor. The smartest ones are those who play it cool. Those select few who will be granted a swivel barstool, where the fun always happens. Where a carefree “WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” can be heard for blocks as the stool spins and spins.
Everyone is too caught up in their newfound freedom to care now, but when it’s time for idle chit-chat over a pint, there comes a distinct separation: the “swivels” and the “stationaries”. The people plunked on a stationary stool have conversations that lose momentum and start to draw their nights to a close. “Well,” they say, “I guess it’s about that time,” and look woefully in the direction of the Swivel Barstool Olympics taking place directly in front of them: spinning, laughing, twirling like members of a synchronized team. The swivel sitters have only just begun their night.
You see, the kind of barstool you purchase does matter. It matters not only to those who are sitting in said stool, but to those who wish they could be the ones to rule the twisty throne. Imagine this: should you choose to add swivel barstools to your home bar, kitchen or dining room, your life would be one long Friday night. It would be an endless rush to get home, a happier place to congregate with friends and the lifelong beginning to an infinite, lighthearted conversation that’ll make your whole body spin.
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