History will tell tales of this man. A husband in grey trousers, with no name, who sought the answer to a question few have dared to ask.
Why are we going to IKEA… again?
He boldly looked for logic in a place where there is none.
But braver still, this simple soul chose to document every step of his #journey through the winding, light-filled labyrinth and share it via Imgur, thereby selflessly risking his marriage for the sake of our amusement.
For this we are forever in his debt.
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Our hero’s quest started with the fundamental question… Why?
"We are here. Our apartment is furnished. I am not sure why we are returning."
"We appear to be here, in part, for lunch."
"I have dropped fruity purple sauce on my pants. As is tradition. It will likely stain. On Facebook, my aunt advises pouring boiling water over the spot. She further advises removing the pants before doing so."
And then it began...
"Perhaps we are here for institutional storage solutions. My wife says, "Maybe when we have eight kids." We have zero kids. We move on."
"We are looking at candles. We have many candles. We bought our current candles at IKEA. These are slightly different."
It's almost as if he's never done this before.
"She has asked for my thoughts on this storage solution. I said, "We don't have room for it." This was apparently an incorrect response."
"We seem to be here for a mirror. I begin to recall a conversation where she expressed this need."
"This is not a mirror. Our ultimate purpose remains as mysterious as the little dots over the vowels in the item labels.
"There may not be any answers down here, but there are rats."