I remember those days. I was alone, pinned down in the couch section, no idea where I was, no hope of finding a map. I took apart 50 loveseats with my bare hands, and used their parts to build a watchtower. took me 6 day to make, but when I got to the top, I could see all the horrors of the whole cursed store. there were children no older than 8 lost in the labyrinth of tacky do-it-yourself furniture, and I thought I saw a guy shopping with his girlfriend get lost. he didn’t even choose to come here, the poor thing. but most importantly, I saw the exit. I knew I could make it if I could avoid the temp in the patio section handing out brochures. I jumped down from that tower, ran like a Mexican straight to my left, knocked down the lady telling me to have a nice day, and never went back there again.
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The cruelest of all fates!!!
Brilliant BTW 😉
Going to Ikea is like going to an amusement park.
If you decide to go, plan for it to be the only thing you do that day!
Worst. Simile. Ever.
Nice!
IKEA…. IKEA NEVER CHANGES….
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I remember those days. I was alone, pinned down in the couch section, no idea where I was, no hope of finding a map. I took apart 50 loveseats with my bare hands, and used their parts to build a watchtower. took me 6 day to make, but when I got to the top, I could see all the horrors of the whole cursed store. there were children no older than 8 lost in the labyrinth of tacky do-it-yourself furniture, and I thought I saw a guy shopping with his girlfriend get lost. he didn’t even choose to come here, the poor thing. but most importantly, I saw the exit. I knew I could make it if I could avoid the temp in the patio section handing out brochures. I jumped down from that tower, ran like a Mexican straight to my left, knocked down the lady telling me to have a nice day, and never went back there again.