

When I first moved into my apartment I was single and I went out to the New Jersey IKEA alone. I bought this piece that I was going to strip, paint and use as a TV stand. As a single girl in IKEA, I thankfully didn't have to lift a thing. The guys in the yellow polos saw that I never touched the table until the free shuttle arrived in Penn Station. I had no idea that the boxed table that I had to carry to the cab line, from the cab and up several flights of stairs weighed something like 70lbs. Once I made it into my apartment my shaking hands pulled out the assembly instructions to find this taunting graphic IN THE BOX. It was one of those moments where I was laughing and crying alone and couldn’t separate the two. The graphic seemed to define my singlehood.
Thanks IKEA for keeping the graphic. It’s morbidly profound.
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