I decide to start the day with going to the Ikea up the road and buy a new coffee table. I'm just now arriving and as I go up the escalator I hear a woman yelling in a different language. She's spitting all over. I think it might be Swedish. All of the Ikea furniture is from Sweden, right? It's definitely not Spanish. I decided to bring Anita with me because she's never seen an Ikea before. I don't think she likes it. I look down in my purse and can hear what she is thinking. It's pretty great that we can communicate with each other.
We walk around for about forty-five minutes and find a white coffee table. It's really nice.
I thought that if I went to any public place people would look at me weird. But so far, everyone treats me like a normal human.
