Shopping at Ikea

The screws and nuts are everwhere and that’s just the customers.
The smell of plastic and pine… ahh! Food service in the restaurant.
Arrows conveying human sheep to unique displays: let’s be individuals together.
A bloke in a ‘Buy Australian’ T-shirt (produced en mass in Bangladash) carrying a Chinese made lamp with an unpronouncable Swedish name.
I’m not a hypocrite…I just go to Ikea for the free pencils.