I was put through utter Hell yesterday. I needed a new bed frame and matress (been sleeping on a piece of foam for the last year) and a dresser (been keeping my threads in big tupperwares) so I wanted to go to the new Ikea they just opened here in Phoenix. It just so happend that my sis and mom wanted to go too so we all piled into my truck and went. I should've known better. I was there for FIVE FREAKIN HOURS. They were both on a mission to look at each and every single product in that 350,000 square foot palace of pure boredom - twice! I had my crap picked out and loaded inside of 45 minutes. When I go in a store I know what I want, I get what I want, I pay for what I want then I leave - simple. I had to find an empty spot in the furniture racks and go to sleep to keep myself from commiting suicide. Even worse is they have the place set up like a giant rat maze. You can't simply walk from one end of the store to the next in a relatively straight line - no that would be too easy. To get from one end to the other you have to go through all these winding corridors filled with idiots standing there contemplating their navels and God knows what else. As a general rule I don't like people and I like crowds of people even less. After about 20 minutes I'd reached my limit of human contact and was damn near ready to start sucker punching these wandering cows just to get them the hell out of my way. I don't drink but I was ready to get stupid drunk after that. I'd rather have my balls nailed to a board then go through that again.