"I Hate These Place"
Spent the entire day at Ikea. The entire day. When I walked in, there was daylight. When I walked out, there was only darkness, and I was made of easily-assembled pressboard panels.
Everybody always writes a typical Ikea-hell story. It's trite, so I won't do that. Not that I avoid trite...just Ikea-trite.
Except for this: I found two forlorn messages in two different places in the store, both scribbled in pencil with the same handwriting. One was written across a section of pine slats demonstrating the half-dozen Swedish-style stains you could apply to unfinished pine furniture: I hate these place. The other was discreetly tucked away on a vertical piece of display hardware: These stinks.
Customer? Or...employee?
We may never know.
I only hope he made it out alive.
