Hello everyone. My name is Lucy, and I have a problem.
I'm scared of the dark.
I don't know why, I never used to be, and most of the time, it isn't a major problem. I know where all the lightswitches are in my house. In other people's houses, it's more of a problem. But it's usually a fear confined to houses. It's not a fear associated with, say, Ikea.
I like Ikea. Their stuff is cheap and gaudy and flatpacks have a whiff of the Viking about them. On my day off yesterday I went for a casual walk around said store, measuring desks and bookcases and writing down numbers on the back of an envelope, with the view to putting some of these items in my new house. I gathered some cushions and some rugs and was just comparing teatowels when all the fucking lights went out.
Imagine my reaction.
I don't know why, I never used to be, and most of the time, it isn't a major problem. I know where all the lightswitches are in my house. In other people's houses, it's more of a problem. But it's usually a fear confined to houses. It's not a fear associated with, say, Ikea.
I like Ikea. Their stuff is cheap and gaudy and flatpacks have a whiff of the Viking about them. On my day off yesterday I went for a casual walk around said store, measuring desks and bookcases and writing down numbers on the back of an envelope, with the view to putting some of these items in my new house. I gathered some cushions and some rugs and was just comparing teatowels when all the fucking lights went out.
Imagine my reaction.
posted by Lucy at 10:00 am
4 Comments:
I'm scared of witty rejoinders.
Hence...
Oh you get the picture.
Was your reaction to gather together a few more ikea goodies before running like the wind to the nearest exit where you were picked up by four men in a big black transit van with sliding doors?
Because if that was your reaction, I'm calling the police...because you are clearly a member of The A Team.
Alternatively, I suspect you screamed...a lot, causing mayhem in the bedroom section which soon made its way to the restaurant where meatballs starting flying!
That tends to happen in cheap shops. It's called being economical.
Did you keep you head while all about you were losing theirs and blaming it on you?
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