When a company who operates stores all over the world… like… well… say… a company like IKEA, advertizes a free shuttle that will transport customers from a specific underground station to the store every 15 minutes… one would think it would be clearly marked. One would think.
After exiting the train Costello and I made our way up the stairs and through the turn styles and finally back into the grey, misty, dampness that can only be England. Although we found our way to the exit without a problem… we couldn’t quite tell where the IKEA shuttle was supposed to pick us up. Over the next ten minutes we asked a half a dozen station employees regarding the whereabouts of the pick-up location… each one giving us a vague explanation as to how the shuttle works and the location we should be standing. For the most part… all of the various pick-up locations were pretty much in the same vicinity. So, we parked ourselves in the middle of the area and waited.
10 minutes became 15… 15 minutes became 20… The shuttle was supposed to pick up every 15 minutes; we should have seen a shuttle by then. But instead… it started to rain… RAIN! More RAIN?!?
20 minutes turned into 30… and still we hadn’t seen the IKEA shuttle… and remember; Costello and I still intended to make it back to London in time for the Jack the Ripper Walking Tour.
Finally, we gave up on IKEA and found a city bus that went by the IKEA, stopping across the street from the store… so we jumped on and continued our journey.
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