IKEA — Black Hole: Men's secret report on how time disappears
Have you ever found yourself in an IKEA store without the slightest idea why you came there? This is how the magic of a black hole called IKEA works. She gently pulls you in with her invisible Scandinavian tentacles and does not let go until you buy at least one thing that will have absolutely no use in your home.
The guy who published this funny photo story is more familiar with this feeling than anyone else, since he recently found himself again with his wife in this huge store for some unknown purpose. Trying to find at least some meaning in an obviously useless trip, he decided to document this shopping and share it with other Internet users. Did he survive? And, more importantly, did he manage to get out of there without buying anything? Read this ridiculous and ridiculously life chronicle to find out the answers.
"We're here. Our apartment is furnished. I'm not sure I know why we came here again."
"It looks like we're partly here for lunch."
"I got fruit purple sauce on my pants. By tradition. Most likely, it does not wash off. On Facebook, my aunt advises to pour boiling water on the stain. Then she adds that first you need to take off your pants."
"When I didn't see any instructions on where to leave the food cart, I left it here. I hope she won't cause any inconvenience."
"Maybe we're here for enterprise storage solutions. My wife says, "Maybe when we have eight children." We have zero children. We're moving on."
"We are looking at candles. We have a lot of candles. We bought all our candles at IKEA. These are not much different."
"My wife asked me what I think about such a storage solution. I said, "We don't have a place for that." Obviously, that was the wrong answer."
"It looks like we're here because of the mirror. I begin to recall the conversation in which she expressed this desire."
"It's not a mirror. Our ultimate goal remains as mysterious as the little dots above the letters on the product labels."
"The wife is fascinated by soft toy rats. This does not alarm me, although I am surprised that the rats are lying in the most prominent place of the showcase. It's a strange marketing ploy."
"More rats. I'm beginning to suspect that they have some significant significance in Swedish culture."
"My wife noted that these spoons are very strong. Our other measuring spoons do not seem to me unreliable in terms of design."
"That's where you need to get napkins," she says. I have to agree that, obviously, she's right."
"Are you ready?" the wife asks. I say yes, but I'm not sure I know what she's talking about."
"It will be very cute," says the wife. I express doubts whether it is worth hanging an image of an unknown woman on my wall. My wife was talking about the frame. It's like I'm walking on thin ice."
"We live in the basement. I fear for the life of any plants that we bring home."
""What is this all about?" the wife asks. The label doesn't give any answers."
"The spouse says that they remind her of baobabs. I patiently explain to her that baobabs are hundreds of feet tall. Her retina will peel off if she keeps rolling her eyes like that."
"I got caught."
"We are at the checkout. We have a microwave lid, a sugar bowl and a drawer divider. We don't have a mirror. "I want ice cream," my wife says."
"I still love you, even if I have to," my wife says. I love her too."
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