My desk chair at work is pretty nice. Pretty much everything about it is adjustable, and I adjust it to my liking every day upon arrival. I am an efficient sloucher, so I generally drop the seat all the way down. When I come in the next day, the seat is usually all the way back up, but it's no big deal, because it's easy to adjust, and I understand the concept of a shared workspace.
"Hey, I have a request for you," the midnight lady said when she got in the other night. She sits at the desk next to mine.
"Yeah?" I asked, "What's that?"
"The day girl wants you to put the seat back up when you leave at night."
"Sure," I said.
"She's really short," she told me.
"Yeah, I know," I said.
I sat there for a second, and then asked, "Hey, can you do me a favor?"
"When the day girl gets in tomorrow morning, can you ask her to put the seat all the way down when she's done?"