Mirror Mirror on the Wall

Grant and I spent the day at IKEA today. Phew! It's over. We left here at about 9:15am and returned around 6pm--or about $770 later. All told, that's not bad. We bought 42 items with an average cost (including delivery of the big stuff) of $18.32. Most expensive item was $99.99; least, 99 cents.

Sudoku on the train was followed by a little conversation with the shuttle driver. We were the only ones on so early in the morning, so we thought he was making small talk when he said, "Have you all ever been here before?" "No," we replied. Out comes the cell phone... "Yeah, George, I'm on Turnpike Drive, was I supposed to take a left or a right at the light? Yeah, Ok, Thanks." This was followed by a U-Turn.

Then, in one of the home storage sections, a man came up to me and said "You're not, I mean, you look like, well, is your name Gabby? Your name isn't Gabby is it?" "No." "Ok, I thought not, but you look just like, well this girl we know looks just like you. Did you hear me yelling 'Gabby, Gabby'?" "No. Sorry, that wouldn't have registered..." "Right, ok. Sorry." His wife/girlfriend looked embarassed. "Quite alright."

Grant and I continued on our way and much later in the day, after lunch in the cafe, another such incident occurred. I was looking at this dresser that I ended up buying when Grant came back to the room I was in and told me that he ran into that same couple again--only this time it was the wife/girlfriend with the interesting remark. She turned around and saw Grant and said, "Oh! I thought you were a mirror image of my husband!" When Grant came back to tell me about this interesting case of mistaken identity, I hit the floor. I was literally crouched down on the ground losing it. I laughed and laughed until I cried. I could hear people walking by commenting on the situation and I think some of them thought I was for real crying and gave Grant some dirty looks. The situation just built on itself and I was afraid that I was either going to pee my pants or never ever be able to regain control of my body. Eventually I did, but had several flashbacks to that moment throughout the day.

On our way back to the T, the bus was much bigger. Very fancy too. I was looking down at the speedometer and noticed that it registered up to 120mph. I thought that was pretty funny until I looked down while cruising along the highway and noticed we were going 100mph... then I saw all the cars whizzing by and realized it was kph--then I thought it was hysterical and almost lost it again. Of course a bus can't go 120mph. Not even a fancy one.

Then the T ride where I ran into the doppelganger of my freshman year roommate (I restrained myself from asking her if she was Jess Szeto for fear of ending up like that other couple). Cab ride home was uneventful and the rest has just involved putting things on the wall and putting other things together. All in all, a good day. I like IKEA.

Now, I need to study for Tuesday's Statistics exam. Oh joy.