No one was more excited than I was to get our very own Ikea. Although I did not camp out, I was there withi the first few days of opening. I have been a big fan for several years and no trip to visit mom and dad went without a venture to Potomac Mills and a tour through the massive home store. I wonder if it is just the newness wearing off, but lately I have not been pleased with the whole IKEA experience. It seems like it is hard to find what I want and when I do really like something, they are always sold out. Such was the case today.
Any self-respecting IKEA shopper knows that unless you are going to browse or get inspired, you have to go with a mission.... A plan to implement so you don't get sucked into the long maze of Sweedish-made trickery. We have been in desperate need of a mirror for our guest bathroom and I have been eyeing one for quite sometime. Knowing that I only had a few precious moments before the gym and naptime, I checked instore availablilty online so I could go right to it in the "marketplace." When I got there I found that the ONE mirror left had a huge crack in it. Angrily I demanded to talk tot the manager. I gave him way too much information about my love/hate relationship with his store then somewhere between "..ramble..mazelike shopping...." and "...more rambling...out of stock merchandise," JJ hit the point of no return. He started whining and crying, beckoning looks from other, much sweeter I am sure, Utah housewives. My frustration reached a fever pitch and I used the old standby method of threatening to take my business elsewhere ( I probably have never spent more than $100 before, but I used the only ammo I could).
Something must have worked, whether it was the screaming child, the threatening words, or the outright fear that he would have to put up with me for as long as it took. Before I knew is, this poor man stepped away to confer with his walkie talkie, came back and escorted me up to the front register where they promptly rang up the nicer, more expensive version of the mirror for the same price as the cheap one I'd fussed over. Savings of forty bucks! See, Jeremy, sometimes it pays to be mean. Now if I can just look at my face in it..
Anyway, I am sorry nice home decoration manager of Draper Ikea. I didn't mean to ruin your day.