Scarab and I went to Ikea tonight - the shiny! new! Ikea. She bought some CD shelves and I bought some boxes, mostly because they smelt so nice and pine-y. I assured Scarab that the shelves she bought would either fit IN my car or on the roof racks, secured with the trusty straps we use to tie down the kayaks. Scarab thought maybe we couldn't manage it, just being a couple of puny females, and that she should get the shelves home delivered.
"No way!" I told her. "Sistahs are doing it for themselves!"
We paid for our loot and wheeled our trolley outside. I instructed my sidekick to wait with the goodies while I got the trusty Subaru. A man came over and asked if we needed help. I thanked him and told him, no, we were fine.
"Sistahs are doing it for themselves," I reiterated to a whimpering Scarab as I trotted off through the car park.
My sweet, tolerant friend watched as I carefully reversed the car, managing to take up two car bays in the process.
She wandered over to my open window and said, "I gotta say that sistahs are pretty crap at parking."
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