from the land of

The guy at the counter at IKEA looked at me with widened eyes and with an expression of surprise when I said that I didn’t need assembly service. Whether the look originated from the thought:
- “is she silly/crazy – who does she think she is – she’s blond i.e. stupid and will never manage on her own”
or from the thought
- “now that’s unusual, most people do”
I do not know… but I hope for the later.

Anyway, I gladly accepted the delivery service though and thought to my self:
– whatever. How is he supposed to know that I come from the land of IKEA. A land where all kids know how to assembly furniture from IKEA before they even know how to speak….