"When you go to IKEA this week, don't steal any
pencils," said Jane*.
And she is right – stealing pencils from IKEA is naughty,
out-of-order and puts prices up.
So, I went to IKEA with my daughter to pull together some
furniture for her new student digs, and made a point of not fingering any
pencils or paper tape measures.
That being the case, why – when emptying out the pockets of
my jacket later that evening following a successful outing that also included
an IKEA Swedish meatball dinner – did no less than 12 IKEA pencils emerge?
TWELVE.
Jane gave me THAT look.
We are getting married in less than two weeks, and I am already getting THOSE looks.
Feeling guilty at the actions of a light-fingered daughter
(and like some Fagin figure, I might have encouraged this sort of thing a few
years ago), I offer these ill-gotten gains to any betting shop that needs them.
Or anybody who's building a fort for a hamster.
* I might point out that Jane is never the bad guy of the piece, and acts solely as the guardian of my morals, for I have none.
* I might point out that Jane is never the bad guy of the piece, and acts solely as the guardian of my morals, for I have none.
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Yesterday I found an Ikea pencil in the middle of the path round our house. We haven't visited an Ikea for over a year.
I believe there are so many of them now in existence that they become squeezed out of normal spacetime and hence materialise at random other locations.
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