Nothing incites the general public more than someone trying to charge for something that was once free. Yet that's exactly what entrepreneur Oscar F. Spate tried to do in the New York City parks in the blistering summer of 1901.
My first ergonomic chair had an interesting and promising design. I had two problems with it, though. The small issue was that the chair tilted me forward and I had to fight to keep the seat level -- I guess the base was too tall for me. But, the biggest issue was the smell. For the first two weeks I couldn't be in my office for more than two hours at a time because the smell would bother my sinuses so much. It surprised me the smell lasted so long, especially given that my office was in the yurt at the time, and the yurt has a good ventilation system (lovely way of saying the air exchange through and around the walls was active). Even after a week-long trip the smell overpowered me. Fortunately it didn't bother My Bigger Half's assistant, so he bought it from me for her to use (she got to graduate from one of my office chair experiments). So much for that ergonomic desk chair.
Suddenly, two broad-shouldered men approached the rocking-chair sitters. They wore identical gray suits and they carried black satchels with straps over their shoulders. The men in gray told the sitters that these were private chairs for rent, and that if they wanted to continue sitting they had to fork over five cents a day for the better seats, and three cents a day for seats that were not in as preferential a position in the park. Some people vacated their seats, but others paid. People who did neither were physically ejected from the seats. When they asked why, the men in gray said, "Them's Mr. Spate's chairs
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