We went to IKEA again tonight to try to get our hands on a particular item that keeps going out of stock the same day it comes in. It’s this thing, a neat clothlike box that will fit perfectly in the EXPEDIT shelves. Actually, there are plenty of the boxes, but someone in this area apparently has a fetish for the pink ones, which incidentally is the colour we’re after as well. However, we’d never open every single box of the product, remove the pink ones, and leave the aftermath for staff to clean up, which is apparently what someone did today, several hours before we got there after waiting two weeks for them to come back in stock. Ishi hates the blue ones and the black ones would look weird in our bedroom, so we’re kind of stuck unless we want to figure out a whole new organizing system for the bedroom. On which, thank you, I will pass.

Ishi however, is very good with people and somehow got a member of staff to offer to hide a number of the pink boxes when they came in again so we would not be forced to stay disorganized indefinitely. Yay! Problem solved, we paid for the other things we’d picked up and headed to the exit. At which point Ishi announces that he’d better visit the restrooms before his 32 oz soda caught up with him. I watched his cute butt sashay down the hall, pause in front of the doors, and go in. He actually took a good couple of seconds looking at the doors but I didn’t think anything of it.

A few minutes later, he’s walking back towards me and when he catches my eye, he grins sheepishly.

“What’s with the weird smile?” I asked him.

“Oh, nothing, I’m just thinking about the last time we were here…” he said as the grin widened. The last time we were here? I thought back: we’d had a few tense moments and left the store a little annoyed with each other. What was so funny about that?

“No, not that… when I went to the bathroom.” We were now walking through the parking lot and I kind of prodded him.

“What do you mean, when you went to the bathroom?”

“Well, I walked in, and there was a woman changing a baby on the changing table.”

I start to laugh. “Well that must have been a bit awkward…” I said.

“Not, really. I just thought that was weird and went to a stall. And then I came out and saw TWO women changing their babies and went, oh, hang on… and then I looked and thought, where are the urinals? And… are you going to be okay?”

Because at this point, I am immobilized by the spasms of hysterical laughter and cannot quite stand up straight. I literally am laughing so hard I can’t breathe. Somehow, I manage to squawk between guffaws…

“You didn’t think anything was off until you saw TWO women and no urinals? What did you think when you saw the FIRST woman standing there?”

“Truthfully? I just thought, that’s weird… typical Vancouver…”

Oh, sweetie. *wiping tears of laughter from my eyes* More like typical Ishi.