"Then let's look on the bright side: we're having an adventure. . . and most people live and die without being as lucky as we are"
-- The Princess Bride

Monday, July 11, 2011

Ikea - limit 9 per customer

So after finding a place and signing a few checks, we were told that the moving process could start on Friday.  This obviously meant that on Friday at 5pm when I got off work the first stop was Ikea to buy a kitchen cart.  $350 later, we got to our brand new apartment! It is giant! It is magnificent! It makes me want to use words like splendiferous and floobily woobily (not that I don't already).  So we moved all of our swag up the 2.5 flights of stairs and decided to commence building.  This is when we realized that the "kitchen cart" we had grabbed was in fact... wait for it... a chair.  So back to Ikea we went, and when we found the right aisle and bin we realized that there were no kitchen carts in stock, interesting.  We approached a Ikea-helper and he gave us an apologetic smile while saying that he "actually knew why there weren't any in stock, it's because some lady came in earlier in the day and bought nine of them!!!!"

Now, I am a big fan of this kitchen cart:
1) it is solid wood (a big deal for Ikea)
2) it has 2 drawers in it!
3) there are shelves where you can put pans or wine bottles
4) It is just the right height for a giant boyfriend

But I cannot fathom why anyone would need 9 of them, like 2 maybe, but 9!?!? Does she not have any counters in her kitchen? Is she giving them away as Christmas gifts? Who knows.  Kris and I contemplated the mystery woman and her need to own all the carts on our way back home with the knowledge that they were getting more in stock at 10am the next day.

Saturday rolled around and we rolled out of bed, literally rolled, my muscles were already dying from overexertion. We finished building the bookshelf/dining room table we had stupidly started at 10:30pm the night before and headed back to the land of Swedish blue and yellow.  With proper item in hand we thanked the merciful Ikea gods that the crazy lady had not returned to snatch up the fresh crop of carts.  The rest of the weekend was spent making trips to and from the new apartment, the old apartment, and the storage locker.  By the last trip up the stairs on Sunday, my arms were noticeably shaking and I was happy to sit down in my living room and have some peach cobbler!

No comments:

Post a Comment