Lars was a do-it-yourself, back-to-basics kind of guy. In his mind, even the flat-packed Ikea projects were too “processed.” They were, however, the best he could do on a budget.
His kitchen finished, he needed to use the rest of his meagre resources to outfit it. Ikea was out of the question at this stage. Then he heard that there were some good options available at HEMA
Did I mention that he liked “back to basics?” Well the HEMA app definitely did that. When he used it to find the location of the nearest branch, he found a branch indeed. You see, the app dumped him in the middle of a forest.
The Jamesons at Number 12, stared at the delivery notice on Helen’s phone.
“It says the package has been delivered to a secure location.”
“I looked under the bench, and even behind the trash cans,” Doug said.
Helen dialed the number on the notification, and after pressing a series of prompted buttons, she finally got a human representative on the line.
“Yes, yes,” the representative said in a thick “call-centre” accent. “Our courier has left it at Number 63. It had very strong gates and a video camera, and your instructions clearly read, ‘If not at home leave in a secure location’.”
“So Mr. Walker, let me see if I have this right. You are 58 years old, and have an absolutely perfect driving record. Not only that, but you were a driving instructor in Pennsylvania before you moved here three months ago. But now you are charged with running not just one, but three stop signs. I’m not sure exactly what you expect me to do here. Can you give me a good reason for your actions?”
“Well Judge Caprio, I mean Your Honour, I moved to Providence just for this purpose. I wanted to come before you and be famous.”
Both her mom and her boyfriend had commented on the almost predictable nature of her messages, both in emails and on social media.
“It’s almost like I can’t see the real you,” David had said.
“All you ever do is use computer-chat abbreviations and those facey-things,” Mom said a couple of days later.
It really struck her deeply. She wanted the world, and especially her loved ones to know who she really was, and what was on her heart. It was then that Emma White came up with the idea of her own personal Emmajis.