Oh Ikea employees.

Oh Ikea. I love you so much. BUT! That one girl that works for you- I want to push her off a cliff. I went in last week to get things for my place and since I've never been to this particular Ikea before, I really had no idea where I was going. Some how my SO and I managed to get into the showroom and I had no idea where the carts where! So I asked your employee where the carts are located and she replied in THE MOST snotty voice ever, "Don't you know they're on the first floor????". Uh. No. Because if I did, I wouldn't be asking now would I? But let me explain something to you. One- I'm pregnant. DO NOT PISS OFF PREGGO PEOPLE!!! We will maul you to death and not give two craps. Two- you had no reason to rude. After you and I shared a few select words while your face started to turn redder and redder (I think you realized that man standing in an Ikea shirt in the back ground was your boss), I walked away and feasted on some of your delish meatballs! But all in all- it wasn't a horrible experience and I will be going back to you. Mostly because I'm a sucker for cheap Swedish furniture. Good god.

This pretty much sums it up lol!