I just broke a chair by sitting in it.
Christ almighty!
We were visiting my grandparents in Dallas, TX one time and there was this Mexican restaurant they loved called Angelina's. They had amazing margaritas (they let me drink them even though I was only 16)... but one time we went, they'd just expanded their restaurant and the furniture in the expansion was still the old plastic patio furniture they'd moved in from outside. It had been baking in the sun for years, most likely.
It still makes me snort picturing my mom crashing through one of them after her second margarita. And I may have been drunk, but I could swear that the replacement chair broke, too...