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| - Writing a review for IKEA is like writing a review for McDonalds. The experience is so ubiquitous, why bother?
And yet, I feel impelled, because a manager did something exceptionally nice for me today.
I've been shopping at IKEA all my adult life. My sister and I go wild for it. My first beloved IKEA was the one in Staten Island. When I learned Charlotte would finally get its own, I went ape sh*t. IKEA has brought so much joy to my life, I've considered writing it into my will. (Sike)
So, I'm normally in & out before noon but today I sashayed in with the multitude around 11:30am. I arrived at the restaurant jonesing for breakfast to find they were already serving lunch. I desperately wanted crepes with ligonberry sauce. The lines were obscene, so I knew I'd have a slim chance of charming the manager into making me a special breakfast batch.
Poor odds ignite me.
I asked. She said yes. She smiled. I was shocked. I wanted to lift her up and twirl her around. Restraint prevailed.
As promised, my batch was ready in 12min. I slid pass the crowds, collected my bounty, headed to checkout and thanked the manager, Alexandra, again.
Bliss.
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