Nothing fills me with more dread and horror than learning I'll be in this hell hole with my wife for an afternoon of "shopping".
This is the place where cultures from around the world come to awkwardly rub up against each other while hypnotized by the illusion of a discount on garbage.
You know that thing you need to buy? It's not here. There are no essential products on offer. This is strictly impulse items priced slightly below amazon.
The worst part is (mostly) women fall for it. People come in droves to paw through items that likely fell off a truck at the border that they had no idea they wanted when they showed up. It's always rammed with the worst kind of people arguing over parking.
Do you ever want to experience a person wedging themselves between you and a product you're looking at despite there not being space? This is the place for you.
You ever want to get a migraine from perfume and cologne fumes while standing on a hard concrete floor? This is your joint!
Do you ever have the desire to spend 3 hours to do 20 minutes worth of shopping while a stranger touches your elbow the entire time? Get in your car and head towards Markham right now!!
As for the discounts, don't believe the hype. A discount only counts if you would have bought the product at full price.
Let me reiterate an earlier point: THERE IS NOTHING HERE YOU WOULD BUY AT FULL PRICE
what this means is you cannot save money here. You can only spend money you have no need to spend.
I used to say that IKEA was my least favourite shopping experience, but that was before this sweatshop got converted into the worlds most obnoxious flea market.
Men, stay away at all costs. Women, you should know better.