I'm pleased at the fact that an Ikea finally opened somewhere in the vicinity of civility -- Toronto -- and not out in the burbs but I often wonder if Aliens have placed in invisible dome over the building. From the moment you enter to the moment you leave, you wonder what just happened.
I'm sure all of you have your Ikea routine down pat but no matter how many times I go there, I get so overwhelmed and have to sit and eat some Swedish meatballs before continuing to the downstairs level.
I've never experienced an out-of-stock item that I've wanted but I also suspect that everyone who's in their twenties and thirties have the exact same Ikea furniture in their apartments. Watch out for couples shopping together and watch out for those miniature people running around -- if you're in the throws of eying an ideal closet situation and trip over something in your path, double check that it's not one of those miniature people.
Oh, and for time-suckage purposes, I think Ikea blocks out cell phone reception because your phone will go into a screwy time-warp, sketchy out-going calls and delayed in-coming texts type of thing. Must be the Aliens.