…my ikea adventure today took place in the red hook, brooklyn store instead of my usual hicksville, long island trip… it seemed larger than the LI one… super crowded. here’s my walk-through experience.
get upstairs, looking for mattresses. walking down normal sized aisle, chick in uggs/furry vest/hair did comes walking up with hand up in the air like she’s a model… hits my shoulder/chest while i am clearly not in her way… it took a lot to not attack her physically. instead, i turn around and say “this is ikea not a fucking runway…” my sisters boyfriend laughed and then we just totally made fun of her (and her walk).
i totally behaved myself. i only got three of those little plastic box sets, tested out some mattresses and picked up the aisle/bin of the bed i went there for… totally skipped over the market place. (go jess!)
load up the furniture cart, going to pay, some lady and her cart crash into the side of one of my boxes. rips it open, but the bed was in tact. :whew: we decide on line that we want frozen yogurt and drinks… so my sister and i leave her boyfriend near the exit elevators and buy the stuff and get online to leave.
at this ikea, you have to exit back down to the parking lot in elevators, but as we were leaving, we were being stopped for our receipt (which i had just put into my bag). my hands were full, holding my soda and frozen yogurt and i realized i had to put something down to free a hand. so i was standing in front of a garbage can while this was happening, and without thinking – i toss my new frozen yogurt. only hit my tongue like four times. WORST.
my sister and her boyfriend are almost peeing in their pants because i’m an idiot, and the lady checking the receipts figures out whats going on, realizes she can relate and goes “i’m a pot head. and one time, i dropped all my weed right into the toilet! and it wasn’t in baggies either. straight up weed, broken up. mannn i was TIGHT that day.” lol.
and then we left.
and now i have a new bed at my apt waiting for me<3
i felt odd.
