Ikea

I'm no dummy.
I know how to maximize hits with titles and tags.
The truth is, I agreed to scramble off to Ikea on Saturday night, just two hours before closing, with Middle.
It was exciting.
You know the anxiety-driven rush of screaming through Ikea frantically searching for Vika, don't you?
We made it, despite traffic, and found the desk (they lie about inventory on line) and all four legs AND a chair.
Middle purchased all of it and cringed all the way to the car. (There are pigeon-deterring sound devices strategically placed every few feet which caused him considerable audible pain.)



With camera, he travels.



Tolerant though he may be, he does not suffer hipsters gladly. Or even nicely.



Picturesque. And pigeonless.