Yep. I'm soooo lucky that I have to avoid my town's main highway exit at all costs.
So, I broke down over the weekend, and drove the whopping 5 miles to the Swedish mecca of consumerism. I went to Ikea. Since it opened in my hometown about 5 years ago, I've only gone a handful of times -- the last time was a couple of years ago. Suburban chic Ikeans are gasping everywhere.
Now... I have an strong appreciation of the Ikea brand and the effort that goes into creating their products -- well designed, simple products at a very inexpensive price. The Ikea Corporation should be admired for their innovation and marketing skills.
I can't stand going to Ikea.
Not only is it crowded, but it is crowded with those people. Cult Ikeans.
...I drove in, and I parked next to a SMART car from Ohio and a BMW from Ontario. Ahem.
I enter the store, and have to weave around all the people who have stopped. Just stopped. In the lobby -- there is no products here, but they are already being Ikea-fied by the greeters. As the Ikea sheep are directed up the escalator to the second floor -- the "showcase" floor -- I walk right past to the hidden doors that lead directly to the first floor where the merchandise really is. Bahhhh....
I dodge the sheep left and right as they "ooh" and "ahh." I use my advanced rat-in-maze training to navigate the most a-mazingly planned store ever (pun intended).
As I make my way through the labyrinth, I hear Ikeans exclaim ...
- I love all this organizing stuff!
- Look at this hamper! It has handles! That will make it so much easier for me to bring home my *adult son's*
- Husband with zombie look: "What about this lamp?" Wife: "Do you like it?" Husband: "No, but...."
- Mmmm. Meatballs.
Fortunately, I left the store in a little over an hour, and with only a few more items than I planned. Unfortunately, I got home, and my daughter asked with bright eyes and glee, "Do they have that desk lamp in PINK???" (Of course they do... it's IKEA.). I might be breaking my habits and visit Ikea twice in the same year. Ugh.