Ever found yourself in IKEA without the slightest idea why you’re there? That’s the dark magic of IKEA. It subtly draws you in with its invisible Scandi-tentacles, and it doesn’t let you go until you’ve bought at least one thing that you have absolutely no use for.
The guy behind this funny story certainly knows this feeling, as he recently found himself at the famous flat-pack furniture store with his wife without the vaguest notion as to why. So in order to try and make some sense out of his seemingly inexplicable journey, he decided to document his trip and post it on the internet. Did he make it out alive? And more importantly, did he make it out without buying anything? Read his hilarious photo diary to find out.
“We are here. Our apartment is furnished. I am not sure why we are returning”
“We appear to be here, in part, for lunch”
“I have dropped fruity purple sauce on my pants. As is tradition. It will likely stain. On Facebook, my aunt advises pouring boiling water over the spot. She further advises removing the pants before doing so”
“Receiving no instruction on where to place my food mobility unit, I have left it here. I hope it will not cause inconvenience”
“Perhaps we are here for institutional storage solutions. My wife says, ‘Maybe when we have eight kids.’ We have zero kids. We move on”
“We are looking at candles. We have many candles. We bought our current candles at IKEA. These are slightly different”
“She has asked for my thoughts on this storage solution. I said, ‘We don’t have room for it.’ This was apparently an incorrect response”
“We seem to be here for a mirror. I begin to recall a conversation where she expressed this need”
“This is not a mirror. Our ultimate purpose remains as mysterious as the little dots over the vowels in the item labels”
“My wife is charmed by the stuffed rats. This does not alarm or surprise me, although I am surprised that the rats feature so prominently in the display. It is a strange marketing choice”
“More rats. I begin to speculate they are somehow significant in Swedish culture”
“She has commented on how sturdy these spoons are. Our other measuring spoons do not strike me as structurally unsound”
“‘*This* is where you get napkins,’ she asserts. I have to agree that, on evidence, she is right”
“‘Ready?’ she asks. I say yes, but I’m not sure what she is referring to”
“‘This would be really pretty,’ says my wife. I express hesitance to hang a picture of a random woman on my wall. She was talking about the picture frame. I am on thin ice”
“We live in a basement. I fear for the lives of any plants we procure”
“‘What is this, even?’ my wife asks. The label holds no answers”
“My wife says these remind her of baobab trees. I patiently remind her that baobabs are hundreds of feet tall. She will detach a retina if she keeps rolling her eyes like that”
“I’ve been busted”
“We are checking out. We have a microwave cover, a sugar bowl, and a drawer divider. We do not have a mirror. ‘I want ice cream,’ says my wife”
“‘I love you forever, even though I already have to,’ says my wife. I love her, too”
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