It started with IKEA. IKEA, otherwise known as the store with drunken monkeys stocking the assembly kits. No, really.
One bad tool, six crooked washers, and a seven page set of
comic book directions later....
I unpacked my chair, Timesboy (the non-drunken and non peacoat wearing monkey) looked at the directions with said chair, raised an eyebrow, and said "Drunken monkey directions?"
|You see why the kid thinks that drunken monkeys are in charge at IKEA, right?|
And we have a beginning to my spot. No monkeys allowed. Drunken, peacoat-wearing or otherwise.
Peace and love and pre-stripped IKEA screws :-)