shop-a-holic

I went to IKEA today. I dreaded it a little, there's been a lot of shopping lately. That, and, I'm incapable of making decisions. I don't even know what I like anymore. But, I went. And after waiting to return a silverware drawer tray that was too big (for a $2.15 store credit) I began the tour.

At one point, I walked through a living room set-up, and into a kitchen. (No table, darn.) On through the bedroom. Where there is a man. under the covers of the bed. reading a book.

I was startled, and clearly confused. I said "Oh, I'm sorry!" and turned around to walk to the bathroom set-up. Once there, I realized what I had done. I mean, I definitely felt like I walked in on someone napping in their bedroom, but this was IKEA. And then I became aware of the fact that I had apologized for it, and walked away. Into the bathroom. Which was a dead end. I pretended to look around while I planned my escape. The only thing I could do was go back out through the bedroom. And that guy had the nerve to glare at me over his book my whole way through his room.
in IKEA.