Slump shouldered, haggard and drawn the people queue to get in. The lights promise sanctuary, food...maybe even hope. When the people emerge hours later, they do so with vacant eyes and clutching bags whose contents are jealously guarded.
Welcome to IKEA.
The people go there to buy their affordable Tokksprung or Malmsprig or Svinfunk. They never look excited to do it though. It's a real world Hunger Games....where the goal is to be first out of the carpark with the most amount of cheap crap.
They come for furniture or dodgy meatballs. Some probably come to have a quiet lay down on one of the Fufen fold out beds.
One day IKEA will become an independent nation somewhere in the world. Entire generations will be born, raised and then die all without ever going outside the walls. Armed guards with dogs will patrol a fence fifty feet high. Children will have an education grounded entirely in the language of Swedish furniture.
It's terrifying I know.... Almost enough to make you drop a load of rumsnuggen in your pants.
( To be continued )
