ok, 3 overtime hours (3 missed return buses), 7000 norwegian crowns in IKEA stuff, one social anxiety episode, lot of lumbar spine compression and one missed sub wrestling session later, i am back, and I AM NEVER GOING TO IKEA WITH MY DAD AGAIN.
*cue me going back to ikea with my dad somewhere next month*
at least they sell good food there, but i swear i'm going to invent efficiency lessons only just so i can send my dad there. ಠ_ಠ
dad. i am disappoint.