I was in Ikea on Thursday night, buying the book shelves with the assistance of New Girl. My phone rang. It turned out to be The Antiquer, calling from Scotland (gee, he must have a loud voice...). We were on the phone for about half an hour which, pleasant though it was, significantly impacted on any discussion New Girl and I could have about Swedish design ingenuity. ["I should have said, 'Don't answer it.' When your phone rings in Ikea, it's always The Antiquer."]
What he said to me: "You're in Ikea? With New Girl? I should have known."
What k. said to me yesterday, "Whenever you mention you and New Girl doing something together, I picture you at Ikea."
You know, I think we might be getting a reputation.