Here’s a lovely (and hysterical) description of a family trip to IKEA by James Breakwell:
12:48 We’re inside. Everything is so clean and so Swedish. Not sure what I mean by that, but it sounds vaguely offensive. I should probably delete it later.
12:49 No time to admire things. We’re heading straight to the cafeteria. But there’s no direct route there. The path winds randomly, but I dare not step off it or I’ll be lost forever. IKEA is basically Mirkwood.
12:51 Other customers are speaking with a British accent. How far have we traveled?
12:54 Minotaur.
I will be forever saying “IKEA is Mirkwood” whenever I visit in the future.
Though I think there are fewer spiders.
I love James Breakwell. I have both of his books, one autographed.
He also predicted my future with refrigerator magnets.
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