Ikea Madness

With my date with Chelsea approaching, I thought I should divulge a wonderful story with you all about our last 'day out' together just in case I go missing Wednesday night...this could be an in sight as to why!

Chelsea is a wonderful friend, very dippy, always making me laugh and continuously comes up with the most inspiring one liners, so when she asked if I would take her to Ikea to pick up a set of draws and a desk I thought it would be good fun, especially seeing as she had never been to Ikea before. So I drove over to her house in Francis, my little red smart car, to pick her up.

First thing we did was the standard Ikea luxury of stealing lots of little pencils and then made our way round looking for the desk she had picked out. We got to the end before realizing that the desk was actually right near the front of the store so we back tracked disobeying the arrows and ran back to find it. When we got the right number we needed we headed down to the warehouse to pick up the flat pack, only to find it was twice the length of my car. Crap!

We take it back to my car and just stare blankly at it for a couple of minutes wondering how the hell we are going to get it back to her house in one piece. We had a solution! Luckily, my car was a soft top so I put down the roof. No what? 

"I got it" Chelsea said and hollered at a man walking past. "could you help us?" I had no idea what this was going.... "If I get in the car and push the seat right back, could you please put the flat pack through the roof and lean it against me?" Oh Jeez, here we go....a Chelsea plan.

So she got in the car and this bewildered looking man did as she requested, we thanked him and then taking one glance at Chelsea stuck behind a flat pack, quite literally squashed into place not being able to move or see I couldn't get in the car, I sat on the floor crying with laughter. This was the most absurd thing I had ever seen. I pulled it together and we set off.

Then I made a big mistake.... "Ummm, Chelsea"
"What?"
"I think I just went on the M1"
"WHAT?!?!" 

For the next 4 miles I was cracking up, apologizing profusely, wondering if I was going to get pulled over by the police which made it even funnier and all the while Chelsea saying "Are we off the M1 yet?"

Eventually we made it back to her house, in one piece (I was at least, Chelsea had major cramp in her legs and was doing that weird laugh/cry thing) so I knocked on her door and her housemate answered. "Where's Chels?" 
"You see that big box in the car?"
"Yer"
"She's under it" 

So if I get arrested or you find me on the side of the road laughing hysterically, don't be alarmed, just blame Chels!