5 Relationship Lessons I’ve Learned While Watching Couples at IKEA
If an alien wanted to observe the way humans act in relationships, its best bet would be to park its fluffy green tush on a Karlstad display sofa at Ikea. There’s no place like the Swedish furniture superstore for a showcase of couples of all ages. Here are five things I’ve learned about relationships at Ikea:
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Choose your battles.
Girl: “So you really don’t want the red shower curtain?”
Boy: [exasperated] “If you want it, we can get it. It’s fine. I’ll forgo my manhood with that shower curtain, it’s not a battle I want to have.”
Girl:“Well it’s not a battle worth having for me either!”
Boy: “We’re getting it.” [throws shower curtain in cart].
Little kisses go a long way.
A couple rolling a cart full of items stop, look at each other, and peck on the lips. This causes a backup in the aisle, where other couples’ faces turn from frustration to admiration and reach over to their SO for a little kiss as well.
Compromise is key.
He wants the Billy bookcase, she wants the Expedit. They go back and forth over the pros and cons of each. Things get heated, a few swear words are thrown in. They eventually decide on a Billy for the bedroom and Expedit for the living room, and walk away hand in hand.
Have a sense of imagination.
Older man: “Dahling, vould you pleeze pass the brrrushetta?”
[His wife, looking at dishware, looks at him strangely. Then she smiles, picks up a plate, and hands it to him.]
Older woman:“Why of ze course my lovah.”
Older man: “Oooh la-la, ze madame has good taste.”
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A young couple enters the restaurant obviously distraught from disagreements in the showroom. They slam their trays down and start plucking dishes from the displays. When they get to the hot bar, both order meatballs. Then they look at the copious amount of food on their treys. “Great, now we’ll be out even more money,” the boy says. They shuffle to the cash register, and upon seeing $14 ring up for the multitude of dishes, they look at each other and smile. “I got this,” says the girl. “No, I got this,” says the boy. They play-fight over who pays before filling their cups with lingonberry juice and sitting side-by-side at a window table, his hand on her lap.