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How We [Almost] Beat IKEA

Many speak of the often ill-fated IKEA relationship test. Few live to tell the tale.

On a recent episode of 30 Rock, Liz Lemon and her boyfriend Criss decide to take the aforementioned relationship litmus test. On the way in they see an old couple arguing while leaving the store. The old man exclaims, “I’m going back for those cute bowls!”

She replies, “I swear to God I will stab you!” Foreshadowing their downfall.

Though Liz picks the table she likes beforehand, Criss starts to have second thoughts when he sees it in person. On top of that, he does not take the power of IKEA seriously and foolishly considers buying heart shaped salt and pepper shakers.

My manfriend and I for some reason decided to go to IKEA on Sunday, the worst day for IKEA. We expertly weaved and slithered our way through the screaming children, cheap furniture that is 90% glue, and impossibly organized showrooms. A disgruntled woman and I got in each other’s way, you know where you do that thing that you go back and forth, when one tries to take the right way, the other goes that way, you know the one. She actually grumbled, “This is a nightmare…” But me and B made our way to the end with the exact items we planned to get and therefore stayed within our preplanned budget. Hurrah! We had beat IKEA. Drunk with self-pride, we also squeezed in Home Depot, Fred Meyer (like Target), and the Farmer’s market, all back to back. At the end we were not angry, we were actually in a good mood and managed to plant the herbs we had just bought and put them in the window sill. Basically, we were crapping out rainbows.

There was just one problem. We have had our eye on this particular IKEA countertop for a while, (if I told you the one I would have to kill you) but knew it was out of stock. On Sunday, we asked when it was coming in and the guy said Tuesday (yesterday.) No problem! we said, we will come in before B’s work then. Well yesterday we did not have time, and since there were 20 pieces, we figured it would have to be there today. I called today when they opened, 10am, just to double check their inventory. They only had 10 pieces. So we begrudgingly went there before B’s work and went straight to the warehouse part since I had expertly written down the Aisle and Bin number down before. When we got there, there was a woman struggling with a large countertop. My heart sank. But alas! There was one left, under the one she was struggling with. We offered to help and said we were planning on getting one as well. She replied, “Oh I am getting two, they said there were 8 though,” passive aggressively saying, “I’m taking both of these bitches, so back the fuck off.” Needless to stay we stopped helping her and left her grunting and wrestling with the awkward countertop. In vain, we asked an employee if those were in fact the last, knowing full well they were. Their next shipment is in five weeks.

It hurts going all the way to a store and seeing the item you wanted out of stock. It hurts even more seeing the last item being taken from you in front of your eyeballs. What a slap in the face.

The ride back was a tense one. To add insult to injury, IKEA is right next to my manfriend’s work. So we went to IKEA, came back, and then he left to go back to the same IKEA area. Why not me just go by myself? B’s truck is stick and I cannot drive it. Why not B just go on his way to work? Because the countertop would stick out of his canopy and he could not leave it like that at his work parking lot. Do not question me! This was the only way.

We suddenly kept asking questions with no answers. Why couldn’t we have just gone 10 min earlier? Why couldn’t I have gone yesterday and have it sticking way out of my Honda? Why did IKEA only restock 20 pieces when that product has been out of stock for months? Why were all the streetlights turning red? Despite the unseasonable sun, everything had a grey cloud cast over it. At one point I actually said, “Why didn’t we push her down and take the countertop? She was overweight and couldn’t possibly catch up to us.”

So IKEA, you may have won the battle but you have not won the war. Let this be a cautionary tale, don’t ever let your guard down…this is when the IKEA monster strikes!!!!

5 thoughts on “How We [Almost] Beat IKEA

  1. That was a really sad story.

  2. I’m sitting and chatting with the girls, and your story just sparked a round of “how IKEA has wronged me” stories. It’s a horrible place and it really feels like it is out to get you personally. I have left there in tears on more than one occasion. Why do I go back? Because I’m a glutton for punishment and particle board, apparently.

  3. The sentence where you consider “pushing her down” had me cracking up. I’ve thought of that move before.

  4. […] I have a lot of anxiety around IKEA. For starters, it’s always packed full of grubby kids and Noah’s ark styled couples, you know, the kinds that dress alike. Second, they trap you on certain floors and sections, by making you go up an escalator with no way down, urging you to follow the yellow brick road through the store. I’ve solved these problems by never going on a weekend and entering the store through the exit (and first getting a $1 ice cream cone as extra incentive). Seana has already written on IKEA as a sore subject. […]

  5. […] I have a lot of anxiety around IKEA. For starters, it’s always packed full of grubby kids and Noah’s ark styled couples, you know, the kinds that dress alike. Second, they trap you on certain floors and sections, by making you go up an escalator with no way down, urging you to follow the yellow brick road through the store. I’ve solved these problems by never going on a weekend and entering the store through the exit (and first getting a $1 ice cream cone as extra incentive). Seana has already written on IKEA as a sore subject. […]

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