Low quality experience overall. To start off with I got there and the AC was 2 degrees too cold. My hands were clammy. I don't enjoy shopping for low end furniture with clammy hands. As I made my way through the store I realized it was a maze. Two hours into my journey i realized I had walked by the same Swedish living room half a dozen times. I was beginning to become dehydrated. I searched the floor tirelessly for a water fountain but to no avail. I hate to admit it but the world must know. I went to a setup of a small room and pulled a bear grylls. Yes, I drank my own urine. It was bitter but quenched my thirst. I laid down for a nap to try and regain my strength. I don't know who designed the place but the architecture leads to every small danish mumble employees being amplified 12 times over. I couldn't sleep, I just became more discombobulated. After 8 more tireless hours I made it out. The doors seemed like a mirage just poking fun at me, but bless the lord they were real. I purchased a thing of rope so the next time I came in I could tie it to the front door and never lose my way again. But before that time came I had to help a friend pull his truck out of mud. I confidently grabbed my ikea rope and tried to pull him out. It snapped, instantly. As did my heart. It's a disgrace that the Eastern European commies would sell such low quality rope. I guess they save all the good rope to hang their own citizens. I wasn't planning on coming back but my mother is making me get a nightstand for my sexual-orientation confused sister. Wish me luck.