Aliens do abduct us from Ikea.
I went in one evening to look at storage. Two hours later I left the store. No clear recollection of what I had looked at and empty handed.
I think I had been abducted and spent the intervening two hours on a UFO. It's the bit where I was tempted to slip down a little corridor that means I can get down to the market place instead of walking round yet more room sets.
My friend believes it happens to her, yet she always arrives back in the car park clutching some cushions, which don't match her lounge.
A basic mistake by the aliens, everyone buys cushions from Ikea so they routinely put some into the hands of the abductees. I must have dropped mine.
Monday, 8 June 2009
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