MALM.

I’ve been waiting for this day.
I’ve been looking forward to this moment.

Visit IKEA.
And bring a box back home.

Everything good until that point.

Two new flat boxes in my flat.
And the assembly could begin.

When we arrive to the point when the two sides are supposed to be attached, we realise we’ve a problem.

We don’t have one left and one right side.
No, we’ve two of the same side. Two right sides.

Back to IKEA.
A girl tries to solve our problem.
After waiting, two hot dogs, one pizza slice, and some cold drink we’re told that she has opened several boxes and all has contained two right sides. Three options; wait until they close so she can go and get a box coming from an other factory (and most probably containing one of each side), come and pick a new side tomorrow, or have a new side sent home. The two first options were not to consider, because there was no time to wait and I don’t have any car so I can visit IKEA easily. So now I’m waiting it to be delivered home (or, to a “post office” close to my home, I guess would be more correct).