Monday, August 30, 2004
IKEA Socialists
Why Can't I Get the Fries?
Elephant spent some time at the local IKEA this weekend picking up supplies for the new home. No furniture (I think I'm well past the IKEA furniture phase of my life), but unexciting practical things like drapes and curtain rods. It reminded me of the time about a year ago I was at IKEA and was truly famished. I should have know better, but figured I could grab a bite at the IKEA cafeteria. So I go down the line and order a burger or something. I get to the side dish area and the server plops down a big pile of boiled potatoes on my plate. "Can't I get the fries?" I asked. "NO! Fries are for the children" replied the server with a stern tone (and I swear a Swedish accent). It was somewhat amusing if it wasn't for those sad boiled potatoes.
Elephant spent some time at the local IKEA this weekend picking up supplies for the new home. No furniture (I think I'm well past the IKEA furniture phase of my life), but unexciting practical things like drapes and curtain rods. It reminded me of the time about a year ago I was at IKEA and was truly famished. I should have know better, but figured I could grab a bite at the IKEA cafeteria. So I go down the line and order a burger or something. I get to the side dish area and the server plops down a big pile of boiled potatoes on my plate. "Can't I get the fries?" I asked. "NO! Fries are for the children" replied the server with a stern tone (and I swear a Swedish accent). It was somewhat amusing if it wasn't for those sad boiled potatoes.
