Jackie, Taylor, Addi and I went to IKEA a few weeks ago. It was an experience, let me tell you. I have been before but this time was like no other. It was like the country bumpkins going to town. It still makes me giggle when I think about it. (And this may be one of those times where "you had to be there"...so please, if that's the case, just humor me and laugh anyway).
We were there looking for a small couch for Taylor's room. The first thing we did when we walked in was hop on an elevator. We knew what floor we needed to go to but no matter what button we pushed, we could no get there. Seriously, 15 minutes later, we realized we were on the elevator that only took you to the parking garage. We were laughing so hard at that point that we couldn't even figure out where we needed to be.
We finally made it to the right place and 3 HOURS later, we had made our decision and were on our way. (I won't bore you with the details of that time frame....let's just say that Jackie totally embarrassed Taylor and I).
Soooo....we proceeded to the loading zone. Ha! Do you think we thought to make sure the couch would fit in the car before she bought it??? Ummm...nope. So Taylor had to ride home sprawled out on her new couch in the back of the vehicle.
But the most memorable even of the afternoon was the returning of the shopping cart. I was so excited to see this cart return. I made Jackie and Taylor come and look at it and everything. I thought it was so cool that you just put your cart on it and it goes down the escalator by itself.
Apparently, not the case. I figured out that the cart does not go down the escalator unescorted but the shopper needs to guide (and hold onto) the cart as it clears the hill. Well, I didn't realize that until after my cart took a very terrifying ride down the roller coaster from hell and landed with a HUGE bang on it's side at the bottom.
Thankfully, the elderly couple who were at the bottom moved just in the nick of time or I might be typing this from the Fulton County Jail.
16 hours ago