Now admit it – you don’t really like shopping at IKEA do you? Hm, methinks that there must be something suspect about anyone who actually enjoys this very odd store!
OK, so the products are kinda funky. And cheap enough to be tempting, too. But come on, doesn’t just the thought of going there give you a headache?
We were there yesterday, denying our instincts to the contrary. Just couldn’t resist getting some of their cheap and cheerful wine glasses, and a new rug for in front of the fireplace. (Nephew coming to visit, MUST CLEAN! MUST HAVE MATCHING GLASSES!) We only had a few things to get. No need to get into a tizzy over it, right?
Well, you walk into the store and it starts. A nice lady tells you the Rules For Shopping At IKEA. No shopping carts upstairs. You must follow the arrows on the floor. (Believe me, you’d better follow those arrows – one step off the path and you are lost in the bowels of IKEA forever!)
So despite the fact we can see the kitchen stuff from the front door, we have to traipse all over the entire store, following the arrows. By the time we are halfway through, we have lost the will to live. Kenton bravely resists his usual IKEA mantra of “f*** it, let’s just leave the stuff here and go”. We carry on following the arrows.
OK, 45 minutes after entering the store, we’re there. Buy the wine glasses. Buy some water glasses. Go to checkout. Find out that the Express line does not mean “you only have a few items”, but means “you have to scan the items yourself”. OK, no problem, but the ‘self serve’ area has an IKEA soldier at the ready – making sure you scan the items correctly, don’t try to steal anything, and pay for your items. One wonders, in this case, why not just have a cashier to do all this for you like in normal stores?
The logic escapes me. I am sure this store is not really owned by Swedes – they are pretty nice, logical people and not generally into death-by-shopping, I’m sure!