Dear Yvonne,
You just have to accept it. We Ikea customers are a kind of cult, addicted to [Ködböllern mit Preiselbeeren], to Marabou chocolate, and to those little Allen keys. We firmly believe that the entrance of a blue and yellow furniture store is a kind of gateway to paradise. We love the shelves where we pack the boxes on carts, the female cult members love the glasses, the straw blankets, the thousand things the world doesn't need, while we men think it's great that we can use hundreds of PCs throughout the whole store, unfortunately, they have blocked the pages with the busty ladies.
We also got such a mantra. Are you still living or already dwelling?
That's something different from that Höffner TV crap or Rrrroller... that's philosophy, wisdom of life, yes, redemptive quality lies in that sentence... Open until 10 p.m., have to go to Lübeck again, haven't been there for 14 days.... Karsten