We've all been there: the IKEA struggle. You load up your shopping cart with a bunch of low cost furniture, and after scarfing down some curiously low-priced food, you somehow manage to shove all of the underpriced stuff into your car. Then, after you're done lugging everything up the stairs, you're finally ready to start tearing open some cardboard.
It isn't until you're surrounded by a bunch of wooden pegs, scraps of paper, plastic bags, and random pieces of wood that you realize there's no going back, and your dreams of having a quaint, nice, little newly decorated dresser have been dashed.
This isn't going to be easy. You're in for a world of frustration, tedium, and tennis elbow as you allen wrench your way to a bedroom set you're not even sure you want anymore. But hey: IKEA is cheap and sleek. What more could you really want?
In all seriousness, why does a furniture store sell potatoes in the first place? And more importantly, do they taste good?