45 minutes down on 93, choked with traffic. Ten minutes inside store: record time. I knew exactly what I wanted and where it was (Expedit, 58″x58, in black-brown), and used the self-checkout lane. Then I stopped for gas and everything went wrong.
I couldn’t get the gas flap open on the car– it was either frozen shut or broken. I bought a soda and as I pulled out, it popped out of the cupholder and spilled all over my coat in the front seat. As I finally got onto 24 North, I noticed that the trunk was ajar.
However, now that I’ve made that harrowing journey three times in one month, I am prepared never to speak or think of furniture ever again.
Secretly Ironic 