Well, it is now official. There is an Ikea god and he hates my guts.
I swear I'm going to sacrifice some swedish meatballs next time I go there, because this is just FUCKING NUTS! I went there tonight to get my kitchen table. I checked the stock availability in the afternoon – all was hunky-dory.
Get there, and of course, they're OUT OF STOCK! Bunch of [This portion censored for foul language]. Grrrr. This is the 4th time out of 5 consecutive ikea trips that the stuff I want isn't there. And this time, I can't even bitch that I hadn't checked online – because I did – and look where that got me.
So anyway, there's not a lot I can do at this point. It seems that the home gods in general are angry with me, because Brault&Martineau pulled a fast one on me too. They don't have my dryer in stock either. At least I'll have the washing machine this weekend.