Arggggggggh! Need i really say more about the Swedish fucking nightmare of a frigging shop. How come, regardless of great mood etc before entering, Jonno and i always fall out like mad at some point in there and travel home in silence. We have wasted 7, yes bloody 7 hours of our lives this week in that shit tip. Plus we still don't have what we orig went for.
Nothing you want is ever in stock, despite the fact you phone before hand and are told there are 148 of the bastards there. Nothing is ever in the 'Acitivity Area' or Aisle/location that its supposed to be. And where in Gods name do all the fucking miserable staff hide? They are seriously like gold dust in that place, and then when you find them they are totally useless and unsympathetic to your needs and fustrations 'erm no, thats not in stock for about a month, i think, maybe sooner, might be later'. Huh? What does this mean? Don't get me started on the que's. jeez it takes forever to pay for the shit you ended up buying, all stuff that you don't want/need but bought so it would not be a totally wasted journey (candles, those pack of three dead cheap pine postcard frames, maybe a few glasses).
Ikea can stick their Bonde, Lycksele and Grankulla's up their arse from now on. I am not playing ball anymaore cos man does their Swede shit stink.
Nothing you want is ever in stock, despite the fact you phone before hand and are told there are 148 of the bastards there. Nothing is ever in the 'Acitivity Area' or Aisle/location that its supposed to be. And where in Gods name do all the fucking miserable staff hide? They are seriously like gold dust in that place, and then when you find them they are totally useless and unsympathetic to your needs and fustrations 'erm no, thats not in stock for about a month, i think, maybe sooner, might be later'. Huh? What does this mean? Don't get me started on the que's. jeez it takes forever to pay for the shit you ended up buying, all stuff that you don't want/need but bought so it would not be a totally wasted journey (candles, those pack of three dead cheap pine postcard frames, maybe a few glasses).
Ikea can stick their Bonde, Lycksele and Grankulla's up their arse from now on. I am not playing ball anymaore cos man does their Swede shit stink.
and despite the useless staff saying there are 6 of those in the store.....Im like, errrr where in the store...are they magic or invisible. I get quite sarcastic when I am wound up and angry.
