I have a theory that the traffic and parking before you get to Ikea is what makes me mad as I walk around the bewildering maze that is Ikea.
As you might imagine, the one in Oakland is an absolute joy.
We need a desk, and of course I didn't think about that fact that we have a small saloon car until we reached Ikea.
When did they stop trusting us to get our own shit? I had to ask the Ikea lady to call up my desk top on her computer.
The fast lane checkout was a lane, but not fast.
Amusement did arrive as we waited for our desk top to be brought to the lobby. I saw a guy mimicking this ad ... which I know is Anne's favorite.