lost at IKEA
February 22, 2009The good news is, I got in an hour of walking. The bad news goes on and on. The actual walking was at a frustratingly leisurely pace, behind small children and sluggish couples. A family member was left behind in Returns purgatory with a waiting area full of dead-eyed customers.
The idea was to meet up in the kitchens area, but with only one cell between us, this was a lesson in futility. I wound up going back and forth many times, trying to breathe the increasingly stale air, having to ask directions several times. In a miracle of sorts, our paths crossed at last.
Even after a decent lunch and hot cocoa, I’ve fallen into a post IKEA torpor.
