I had gone to Ikea with the simple intention of buying a salad spinner. Once there I was trapped in an impossible maze of Norrvikens and Dagstorps. Maybe I was in some Twilight Zone version of Hell. I was finally able to escape and when I made it back to my car, I realized I had purchased all these strange products but forgotten the salad spinner. I stood there crying holding only a tiny allen wrench and a Swedish meatball.