Everybody's talkin bout their short lists
I write this post from a mental haze induced by spending $700 (on the visa of course) on printing and framing pictures to put up at a coffee shop. I went to IKEA yesterday to buy said frames, swam upstream to Round Rock during rush hour, and somehow thought I could get in and out of the place quickly. At the IKEA in Houston, there's this neat sign when you walk into the store that points you the way to the "Marketplace" i.e. the area where smaller stuff like kitchenwares, pictures, etc. are on the bottom floor so you can bypass all the arranged rooms.
I managed to grab a drunk shopping cart (you know, one of the ones where the wheels don't seem to want to go the same direction at one time, or if they do, that direction is left or right, but surely not forward), but, because I saw the "Marketplace" sign, I thought, eh well I won't have to push it very long, who cares? Of course as a long sufferer of Murphy's law, I passed no less than 30 signs to the Marketplace, followed the damn mocking arrows on the floor that my drunk cart couldn't follow for at least 20 minutes before I managed to actually get to the Marketplace.
All of this led me to the next revelation: Dane Cook was wrong. The DMV is not Satan's asshole. Round Rock IKEA is. I actually passed the food court before I got to the Marketplace. ?!! I have never seen a place so poorly designed in my life. In fact, I've decided that should I need something from IKEA in the future, I will continue to buy it from the Houston store when I visit my grandma. If I hadn't needed so many damn picture frames I probably would have abandoned ship about 7 minutes in. IKEA, of course, is laughing all the way to the bank, with let's count: 25 picture frames x $15 a piece + tax = ... that's right, $405 of my money. But hey, starting next week, you'll all be able to see my work up at Caffe Medici. Purchases are welcome. I'll give you the friends & we-lived-through-360-hell-together discount.
I managed to grab a drunk shopping cart (you know, one of the ones where the wheels don't seem to want to go the same direction at one time, or if they do, that direction is left or right, but surely not forward), but, because I saw the "Marketplace" sign, I thought, eh well I won't have to push it very long, who cares? Of course as a long sufferer of Murphy's law, I passed no less than 30 signs to the Marketplace, followed the damn mocking arrows on the floor that my drunk cart couldn't follow for at least 20 minutes before I managed to actually get to the Marketplace.
All of this led me to the next revelation: Dane Cook was wrong. The DMV is not Satan's asshole. Round Rock IKEA is. I actually passed the food court before I got to the Marketplace. ?!! I have never seen a place so poorly designed in my life. In fact, I've decided that should I need something from IKEA in the future, I will continue to buy it from the Houston store when I visit my grandma. If I hadn't needed so many damn picture frames I probably would have abandoned ship about 7 minutes in. IKEA, of course, is laughing all the way to the bank, with let's count: 25 picture frames x $15 a piece + tax = ... that's right, $405 of my money. But hey, starting next week, you'll all be able to see my work up at Caffe Medici. Purchases are welcome. I'll give you the friends & we-lived-through-360-hell-together discount.