The Gekko's made our quarterly pilgrimage to help the Vietnamese, Turkish, and Sri Lankan economies by visiting Ikea.
I'm not sure what hell looks like, but I'm pretty sure that it looks like a 24/7 day shopping at this place.
First, you need to beat back all the lesbians in their Subaru Outbacks with the Obama '08 stickers just to get through the parking lot.
Then you have to follow along the cattle trail to look at home furnishings, only to find that you need to go to the warehouse to actually pick up your crap.
Unfortunately, your day just began, because now you have the eternal honey do list putting crap together out of instructions with no words, just pictures.
Maybe someday, someone can clue me in on how junk bought at Ikea is somehow more noble, green and trendy than junk bought at my neighborhood Walmart.
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