We are in tune with one another
We went to Ikea to buy a mattress.
I'm not the sniffy type when it comes to Ikea. I love it with an open generous heat that is all too ready to forgive and forget missing screws and badly drilled holes for the beauty of cheap, relatively attractive things we need. Yes, I said need.
I feel a sense of common understanding with the people in charge of the place. I walk into that big yellow and blue warehouse and feel a real sense of anticipation as I climb to stairs to poke around all those little rooms. It's like peering into other people's lives and grabbing a bit of what you want for yourself. They always have something I want; it brings out the worst of my materialistic side.
Anyway, I'm getting off track.
We went to Ikea to buy a mattress.
We talked to the man, explained our bedroom's arrangement with the bed on a platform and he told us we needed to buy one with a frame to let the air circulate. He showed us the ones we could choose between.
We cheerfully ignored all his advice and bought a totally different, big, comfy one that took our fancy. We asked about delivery and went to the checkout with our bit of paper containing the mattress details.
In the queue to arrange the delivery, I remarked to Marek that the 40 zlotys for delivery really wasn't too bad at all. '40?' he asked, 'no, the man in the mattress department said 80, but still it's not bad, we can't get it in the car and if they deliver they can carry it up all those flights of stairs for us...'
I went and sat down with the bags (oh come on, you can't go to Ikea and just buy a mattress).
After a little while, Marek returned, a bemused look on his face.
'All done?' I asked.
'Yeees, but how did you know it would be 40 and not 80?' he asked.
'I didn't,' I explained, 'I just misheard the guy, I really wasn't paying very much attention to what he was saying.'
'Well, we spent over 750 zlotys,'
'Yes...'
'We came to Ikea during the week,'
'Yeah...'
'and we ordered delivery after 8pm,'
'So?'
'We qualify for the half price delivery promotion!'
That's how in tune I am with Ikea.
I'm not the sniffy type when it comes to Ikea. I love it with an open generous heat that is all too ready to forgive and forget missing screws and badly drilled holes for the beauty of cheap, relatively attractive things we need. Yes, I said need.
I feel a sense of common understanding with the people in charge of the place. I walk into that big yellow and blue warehouse and feel a real sense of anticipation as I climb to stairs to poke around all those little rooms. It's like peering into other people's lives and grabbing a bit of what you want for yourself. They always have something I want; it brings out the worst of my materialistic side.
Anyway, I'm getting off track.
We went to Ikea to buy a mattress.
We talked to the man, explained our bedroom's arrangement with the bed on a platform and he told us we needed to buy one with a frame to let the air circulate. He showed us the ones we could choose between.
We cheerfully ignored all his advice and bought a totally different, big, comfy one that took our fancy. We asked about delivery and went to the checkout with our bit of paper containing the mattress details.
In the queue to arrange the delivery, I remarked to Marek that the 40 zlotys for delivery really wasn't too bad at all. '40?' he asked, 'no, the man in the mattress department said 80, but still it's not bad, we can't get it in the car and if they deliver they can carry it up all those flights of stairs for us...'
I went and sat down with the bags (oh come on, you can't go to Ikea and just buy a mattress).
After a little while, Marek returned, a bemused look on his face.
'All done?' I asked.
'Yeees, but how did you know it would be 40 and not 80?' he asked.
'I didn't,' I explained, 'I just misheard the guy, I really wasn't paying very much attention to what he was saying.'
'Well, we spent over 750 zlotys,'
'Yes...'
'We came to Ikea during the week,'
'Yeah...'
'and we ordered delivery after 8pm,'
'So?'
'We qualify for the half price delivery promotion!'
That's how in tune I am with Ikea.
posted by Becca | 9:33 am
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Haha, what a cool story :-)
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