The Portal to the Eighth Level of Hell...

Mar 18, 2004 16:34

...is Ikea. i swear it.

Paul the Boyfriend and i hit Ikea three weeks ago. We purchased a small chest of drawers to hold extra socks, and a big square coffee table to fit the big, square empty space that resulted from some furniture rearrangement.

Visiting Ikea is a rather hellacious experience - families, couples, children careening through the home office section on the rolling desk chairs. But i was prepared for that. That, and the fact that, once you step onto the Ikea floor, you have to follow their big arrows, and walk through the entire place. Either that, or turn around and buck the massive human parade that doesn't mind having to walk through the whole store in order to get to the housewares section.

But i digress.

i realize that the table i purchased was under $75, and the chest was under $40. i relaize that.

But is it too much to ask that the correct-sized screws be packed with the furniture? Not screws that are too small for the holes, but the correct-sized screws.

And is it too much to ask for a customer service department that actually understands what i mean when i say, "The screws are not big enough?"

And a customer service department that will actually mail out screws that are big enough, and not the same wrong screws you had from the beginning? TWICE?

Now i'ma have to go to Home Depot. And you have no idea how much that pisses me off.

Damn Ikea. Damn their cold Swedish hearts.
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