Drawn from real life. Today's trip to Ikea was epic.
Plans were drawn up. Strategies formed. Alliances forged.
All of them shattered in the face of the enormity that is Ikea. After an hour of browsing, we had already found exactly the bookcases and shelves we were looking for, when we discovered that in fact we did not need them at all, we needed something else. Something we had no measurements for.
Plan abandoned, I asked to browse the desk section, where I found a perfect desk for future purchase. We then went back to the bookcases, in case things had changed. Then we spent some time visiting Gorm. A new plan was formed - Gorm, a lamp, and we were gone.
We were in the warehouse, piling the last of our newly-decided-on stuff into the cart, when I foolishly wandered into the As-Is section. And that's where our plans fell apart again.
I found the perfect desk in there, but it was missing its second box of parts. But as we looked, we found the bookcase we'd originally wanted... in a better color, at half the price. Score. Then we found a small cabinet. Double score. The plan was abandoned and Gorm was returned.
Then the nice lady who was helping us walked up and said she'd found the rest of the desk. The cabinet plan was scrapped in favor of the nice new desk.
We wasted a lot of time inspecting it to make sure it was intact... hurrah, it was. We could leave... but no! Nothing fit in the car! Argh!
In the end we had to pay for delivery. But we still saved a bundle. On things we didn't know we needed until we found them in the As-Is section after we'd already been there for three hours.
I'm not unhappy... I mean, hey, new desk, one that's almost made to be a Photoshop workstation. But still. We lost three and half hours today in that place. My current theory is that Ikea shops are actually transdimensionally shifted into Brigadoon.
I wasted a lot of time setting up the perspective in this one. Pity it doesn't nearly convey the clutter.
