This is a heat vent cover.
My dad has broken this heat vent cover THREE times. (Obviously not this exact one.)
He leans back in his chair, even when my mom says "Ed, DON'T lean back in that chair!"
(Dad only sits in one chair. And if you're sitting in his chair...move it or lose it.)
When he leans back just right, the leg of his chair goes right through the vent cover and we laugh. A lot. Because it serves him right really.
And then my brother-in-law goes to Home Depot and buys another vent cover.
We're not sure why Dad doesn't go to Home Depot.
Tonight my sisters and mom and I were just hanging out in the kitchen.
We were getting all the latest gossip about our baby sister's boyfriend.
(She's going to die when she reads this sentence.)
Dad walked in the door from a very productive meeting (it wasn't really but he's trying to have a good attitude) and the baby sister (who really isn't such a baby) said :
"Dear Dad, please stop breaking the heat vents. I almost died today."
Ha ha ha.
I wonder if that's what we'll all get if we sit in Dad's special chair.