IT WAS A warm Saturday morning last August when we decided to visit my favorite Swedish flatpack furniture store. We, of course, means me tagging along with my spouse as she chose some stuff to seal the back-to-school deals. (One more year!) We weren't the only ones with that plan, so it was fortunate I knew the parking lot well. For the uninitiated, the store layout - including the garage - is a giant maze of hallways. You pass by little rooms of staged furniture on the top floor, then another habitrail running past an assortment of sundry household items on the floor between that one and the parking level. It is supposed to be a treasure hunt, with cheap, bland food at either end.
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