The Ikea Twilight Zone

I recently purchased a wardrobe closet from Ikea, so the occasion called for that I be there two weekends in a row. First to walk through the maze and pick my item of choice. Second to pick up the item, since I didn't want to pay for the exorbitant delivery charges.

I must say, they've built Ikea like a maze, maybe even a prison. So it was particularly aggravating to go back there the second time. I wish I didn't make the mistake of going up and had gone straight to the back, poor misinformed me. Everyone's like a mice trudging through from one show room to another. I kept on saying how the building should have been built like "snakes and ladders", so I can snake or ladder my way down, instead of waiting behind so many lemmings... Sorry, that's how the crowd looked like.

On another note, after going through that ordeal, I started building this colossal wardrobe. There were so many nuts, bolts, screws, wood, bars, yada yada yada, that I could have paid a carpenter to simply build my closet. I've been building it for two weekends now. Though I feel a sense of accomplishment, Ikea should really put disclaimers saying it takes so many hours, drills, screwdrivers, and hammers to put these monsters together.

While my sisters like Ikea shopping (or perhaps sightseeing) so much, I don't think the store lives up to the hype...