technological food chain 
- must have been a hell - a friend tells us that when he finds out we went to Ikea to buy a bed on a Saturday afternoon. I told her that nothing can scare me, after living that first day of sale, a year ago, the huge shopping center.
In fact there was a lot of people.
The real crux of the story, however, is this: get to the exit, where to collect parcels that make up a giant Ikea bed you must go to staff, and both me and the friend who accompanied me to buy a bed for his new house belong to the kind of customer who will do anything to not contact the staff, we decided to use the computer to identify the serial number of the objects in question. We sit in front of the screen, with a small keyboard and we started looking for the mouse. We do not find. There is not, neither right nor left, nor behind. The mouse is not there. Desperate give a couple of blows on the black keyboard.
How I would like you to feel the tone of the girl of no more than seven years he has told us, from the bottom of his stature, but the height of his technical knowledge:
- E 'taaaaaaaaaaaaaccescriiiinnnnnnnnn.
After we had to explain to a man in his fifties who had our same problem. And we also said that he had explained to us a child so high. And maybe he felt much, much older than you should.
