Alas for my life, Ikea was designed with me in mind, because I am completely fascinated by almost all housewares and I have no sense of direction. It is perfectly possible for me to go around in the same loop in Ikea three or four times because I find new stuff to look at each time and because I consistently fail to see the exits I’m supposed to take. Meanwhile I am steadily filling my cart with stuff. It’s a system that works in Ikea’s favor about half the time I shop there, because eventually I find my way to a register with a cart full of impulse buys. (The other half of the time I stop somewhere in the middle of the third loop, near tears, and abandon my cart in order to search for the exit as quickly as possible.)
Basically, this is me in Ikea:
And that’s all I need.