Why is it that blokes start to scream and howl whenever you suggest that a trip to IKEA would be top of the list?
That’s when blokes start to think of something else that must be done, or suggest that the place will be crowded anyway, and let’s go some other time.
Can’t see what the problem is.
It’s cheerful, does mega-catalogues, numbers everything it sells; even tells you which part of the store you find the packs.
Them Swedes don’t leave anything to chance.
Think of those big yellow arrows. 'Go thissa way, not thatta way’.
The only trouble is I always feel that I can’t defy the arrows, and must carry on even when I know that we have just sailed past the stuff I really came in for.
The last time I went there I heard a woman say very deliberately “This time I will buy a colander.”
She seemed to be alone, I couldn’t see anyone. The secret police of IKEA had got to her.
They must be invisible as well.
I suspect that for most blokes, IKEA means that home improvement tasks are coming their way.
Let me tell you something.
THEY ARE SO RIGHT
For once.
Yep.
