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My friend P. took me along shopping today.
I set out wanting to buy a box in which to keep my earrings and hair pins and stuff (all part of my seven year master plan to look more girly (only people who read Go Fug Yourself will get that ;))
I came home with a big bag of crap stuff I don't know how I could ever live without but, of course, no box for my jewellery. I resisted and didn't buy my usual bag of 100 tea lights and 50 napkins. I couldn't resist yet another pillow, though.
As always when I go to IKEA on a sunny Saturday morning I swore I 'd never do it again. Even when I'm not single I hate watching happy pregnant couples and those who newly moved in together. But today there were not just far too many (happy) people, they all walked around like zombies as well, bumping into everyone.
At one point a woman bumped into my back with her shopping cart. I let out a yelp that surprised everyone around me. The impact didn't actually hurt but with my rubber soles and the IKEA floor I had enough voltage that the cart gave me an electric shock. Through the fabric of my jeans. On my butt. Ouch! An experience I can't recommend.
Later, when loading the car I managed to hurt myself, again. I broke my fingernail, lengthwise. Again the pain itself wasn't bad, it was just the feeling of half my fingernail bending in the wrong direction that gave me the creeps.
I think that was a sign - I should switch to online shopping...
I set out wanting to buy a box in which to keep my earrings and hair pins and stuff (all part of my seven year master plan to look more girly (only people who read Go Fug Yourself will get that ;))
I came home with a big bag of crap stuff I don't know how I could ever live without but, of course, no box for my jewellery. I resisted and didn't buy my usual bag of 100 tea lights and 50 napkins. I couldn't resist yet another pillow, though.
As always when I go to IKEA on a sunny Saturday morning I swore I 'd never do it again. Even when I'm not single I hate watching happy pregnant couples and those who newly moved in together. But today there were not just far too many (happy) people, they all walked around like zombies as well, bumping into everyone.
At one point a woman bumped into my back with her shopping cart. I let out a yelp that surprised everyone around me. The impact didn't actually hurt but with my rubber soles and the IKEA floor I had enough voltage that the cart gave me an electric shock. Through the fabric of my jeans. On my butt. Ouch! An experience I can't recommend.
Later, when loading the car I managed to hurt myself, again. I broke my fingernail, lengthwise. Again the pain itself wasn't bad, it was just the feeling of half my fingernail bending in the wrong direction that gave me the creeps.
I think that was a sign - I should switch to online shopping...