so you know how ikea is really freakin big?
doesn't matter where you go, it's big. and you walk through every one of those freakin little fake room displays while people with strollers and those odd little carts (which have a name like FORKENLOLLER) and all you really want it to buy your freakin closet system and GET OUT of there, but you're tired and you're finally through it all, and you get to the check out, and then you have to arrange delivery and you're PARCHED and you go the vending machine because you don't want to wait in line for the scandanavian lingonberry soda and you press the button for gatorade because you have to rehydrate, like NOW, and this happens:
i can't remember if this is technically irony,
or if it just SUCKS.
which was also alanis' problem with that song.