I went on a Tuesday afternoon and that was bad enough (under my own will as I didn’t want to pay £40 for my desk to be delivered). It’s depressing, seeing all the whipped men being forced around by their bossy girlfriends. The cake and coffee was alright for cheap though!
Its been over 10 years since i had to endure the madness of Swedish shopping… I do remember the sensation of finding your car had shrunk when it came to trying to get all of the flat pack cr@p into it.
Why women want to drag us around that place or any shop I don’t know.
We don’t enjoy it , they get the hump when we get the hump.
I always drop them at the door then “spend hours looking for a parking space”.
Every time i go, i’m so knackered by halfway round i have to take a quick 40 winks on an aerioplonk or sit for a bit on a solbstrand. Occasionally, i’m so fed up, that even the greomcrunkblonyk starts to look enticing……. 😉
Been a while since I’ve been to Ikea – to be honest thought it was OK, as had pretty good idea what I was looking for, shortcuts are great. Get over it folks!