Jul 28, 2009

Ikea

I needed a desk lamp. After thorough perusal of Ikea website, verifying that the item with desired aesthetic qualities and reasonable price was available at my local store, I went shopping. It was a Sunday. Never go to Ikea on weekends. Especially not Sundays. Even if you badly need a desk lamp.

Two floors of 44m2 apartments full of shiny, happy people later, I found my lamp. By then I was in a hyperventilating, claustrophobic panic. I guess I not very good at buying things. The selection of Swedish titles on the make-believe bookcases cheered me temporarily, but it did not last through the children's section.

So to sooth myself (and to be able to say I've tasted Ikea food), I bought a 95p hot dog from the brightly-coloured Ikea hot dog man. It was much like everything else in the store, except that they did not recommend fixing it to the wall with the supplied screws. You receive the sausage in a bun, further assembly is over at the ketchup and mustard table. And like most other Ikea products, it is quite pleasing.


4 comments:

The Electric Orchid Hunter said...

Apparently, the Swedish meatballs at Ikea are an absolute must.

arcadia said...

die kleur van daai worsie is vir my effe unappetising.

jvdh said...

EOH - Almal rave oor die meat balls, maar na 'n uur van omring word deur mense wat soek na die verkeerde kleur kussings, moes ek die ope lug in - 'n kafeteria sou net nie werk nie. En daar was gravlax, wat my regtig in die versoeking gestel het. Maar ek kon nie nog mense face nie...

A - Dis waar die condiments inkom. En dis was beter as die russians van die Spar oorkant die Kunsmuseum. (jammer)

arcadia said...

moet asseblief nie maak asof jy nie _mal_ was oor daardie russians nie.