Signs that you married a Polish girl: #77
Signs that you married a Polish girl: #77 is your phone’s auto-complete dictionary knows that s + l + e means you must be typing ‘herring’ in your bride’s native tongue.
Saturday morning I left the house and drove west across the isogloss (rather than east, as had also been a possibility). My mission: infiltrate the Padova IKEA and purchase a boy-bed to replace the crib. I was to do this without killing anyone, if humanly possible. (ONLY JUST.)
A Saturday trip to IKEA is apt to bring out the misanthrope in me. Magda and I frequently remark to each other on the topic of how much we hate people, and the more people we are exposed to the more likely we are to be filled with loathing and offensive superciliousness. Although we are equal-opportunity people-haters, we reserve a special disdain for what we call aqua-people. These are the people who move as if they are under water, especially when purchasing furniture. The Padova IKEA was hoatching with aqua-people, perhaps exclusively.
My other task was to bring home as much Swedish herring as the car would hold, at the behest of my pregnant wife.
The overly-red drink is in honor of my misanthropic friend in Alaska.
Other Signs that you married a Polish girl include suitcase contents saturated with pickle juice (#23) and son’s first word is cześć (#11).
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October 16th, 2006 at 13.31 CEST+2.00
I hope you read this before your next trip to Ikea.
October 16th, 2006 at 14.55 CEST+2.00
The aqua-people suck so much, their entire continent sunk under the briny depths 9,000 years before Plato.
October 16th, 2006 at 16.25 CEST+2.00
Jag: that IKEA WALKTHROUGH v2.3.1 is outstanding. And generally accurate, although I imagine that the Italian release corrects various shortcomings in the North American version, such as the missing information about Undocumented African Panhandlers Selling Tube Socks In Parking Lot, and the additional level of Espresso Bar With No Discernible Queuing System. Excellent, and thanks for pointing me toward it.
October 16th, 2006 at 16.34 CEST+2.00
One desperately hopes the tube socks were sold in the IKEA tradition under a clever name like CHANL or PYP.
October 16th, 2006 at 17.11 CEST+2.00
I share with you the pain of swimming in the molasses of people. It’s a Sargasso Sea out there and no wind’s a blowin’. My all-time favorite Ikea furniture piece (I tried searching for it again on the Ikea site and they’ve (wisely) not only discontinued it but deleted it from existence). It was an innovative piece of seating, combining a chair with some storage unit underneath. Drek (I kid you not) is what it was christened. I had multiple conniptions upon spying it at the Philadelphia Ikea. It was just offal. Sorry!
Note: What’s even worse than your aqua-people? Those same aqua-people eating at the Ikea almost-all-you-can-eat cafeteria. Forget math, science, and languages. What our elementary and high schools should really be teaching is table manners. And once they’re through doing that, public lavatory habits should be demonstrated and drummed into their thick skulls.
October 16th, 2006 at 18.26 CEST+2.00
Darko, man, what’s with all the hate? Oh, right. People. Carry on.
October 16th, 2006 at 19.12 CEST+2.00
The aqua-people are also what I sometimes refer to as NASCAR-people because any one of them can block an entire aisle much as the leader in a race somehow widens to the width of the lane and prohibits anyone passing him.
Why can’t they use their powers for good? (good=getting out of my way)
October 16th, 2006 at 19.35 CEST+2.00
Sgazzetti, Embarassing isn’t it how the milk of human kindness has turned. I’d thought that with age would come a new level of patience for dealing with our fellow man.
To borrow from Jagosaurus’ analogy, my car has no brakes and my pedal’s on the metal. I can see Hell right there on the other side of the finish line.
Vrooommmm.
October 18th, 2006 at 09.21 CEST+2.00
Um, since I guess none of these people know me in person then my super-secret blog doesn’t have to be kept secret from them. I’m not sure that I care if they think I’m stupid.
I think all of us–by “us” I mean YOU, JDS–and remember that this site is all about LOVE. I will brook no further hate on this site.
October 18th, 2006 at 09.22 CEST+2.00
And by the way…did you know Japanese people think girls who like Campari must also like to do the hoochie-coo? They do think that. And we do.