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IKEA scares the shit out of me.
Something about that store makes me think im in an alien drop ship or lost in a really shitty CS map designed by martha stewart.
See i absolutely hate big stores. So i try to minimize the trip by hooking a sales associate asking for the item i need and then panzering my way through the isles, retrieve, pay, out the door. The swedes apparently do not approve. The store is designed like a fucking maze. Every time i try to take a shortcut and dodge a few isles, i wind up in someone's dead end kitchen or living room. And i am assaulted by sales on zen lamps and fucking neon red area rugs. aRGGHAIERI(W$UR(#@$UI@#(
I'm slaloming through isles hoping to fucking god there's a piece of cheese waiting at the end of the maze. There never is. Much like the cake, the cheese is a lie. Instead I am asked for a credit card and get slammed by reality again the second i walk out, just to notice two hours have passed.
So now.
Let's see how many days it takes me to assemble a stool.
Something about that store makes me think im in an alien drop ship or lost in a really shitty CS map designed by martha stewart.
See i absolutely hate big stores. So i try to minimize the trip by hooking a sales associate asking for the item i need and then panzering my way through the isles, retrieve, pay, out the door. The swedes apparently do not approve. The store is designed like a fucking maze. Every time i try to take a shortcut and dodge a few isles, i wind up in someone's dead end kitchen or living room. And i am assaulted by sales on zen lamps and fucking neon red area rugs. aRGGHAIERI(W$UR(#@$UI@#(
I'm slaloming through isles hoping to fucking god there's a piece of cheese waiting at the end of the maze. There never is. Much like the cake, the cheese is a lie. Instead I am asked for a credit card and get slammed by reality again the second i walk out, just to notice two hours have passed.
So now.
Let's see how many days it takes me to assemble a stool.