on June 1st, 2008 at 11:35 am |
fish tacos on the front lawn
Yesterday we went on a trip to Ikea -- my first time -- to pick up a floor-to-ceiling wardrobe unit for my new room. I spent the entire evening, with the help of several friends along the way, putting together the frame. Now it's time to put on the doors, and I'm looking at the opening in the assembled piece, and looking at the door measurements, and it becomes clear that they sold me the wrong doors. After talking to three Ikea reps on the phone, I finally got someone to admit that they screwed up (because the doors were selected by someone on the sales floor), but my indignation roll wasn't high enough to defeat the third service rep, and I failed to get them to deliver the replacement for free.
So I'm requesting the assistance of someone with a vehicle to take me and the stupid doors back to Ikea for an exchange. The vehicle must be able to carry packages 7'8" long. (We got them here in a Honda Element. The back didn't close, but Jeff tied stuff down.) I will compensate you for vehicle costs (gas or zipcar rental or whatever) and buy you lunch.
We also went to the Rebuilding Center yesterday, which is a pretty incredible place, and they have a lot of doors. But trying to search through that entire pocket universe of doors for some that would fit a 31.5" x 89" wardrobe opening sounds like even a more daunting task than running the Ikea exchange department gauntlet. (...and I'd have to return these, in any case.)