(I assume this bloke has shorts on, but the optics aren't great, I'll concede that)
Story out of Scotland
about the police being called in to bust up a scheduled 3,000 person Hide and Seek game at a Scotland IKEA. Apparently the group formed on Facebook, employees became aware of it, and the cops (are you a cop?) were called to try and figure out who was playing Hide and Seek, and who was just shopping for an overpriced dresser that comes complete with 90% of the pieces you need to assemble it.
This 1,000% goes off without a hitch if it isn't shared all over Facebook. Lindsey and I went to the new IKEA in Franklin about a month ago. The first time I had ever been in one of those stores. Massive doesn't even begin to describe how big it is. I think it legitimately occupies two different zip codes. I started to get fussy* after about an hour, and I think we had only explored about 20% of it at that point. I openly wondered how long you could live in an IKEA before people would start to notice. Actually not a bad idea for a live blog/social media account. Just set up shop in one of those buildings and see how many days you can literally live there. I'm sure they must conduct extensive security sweeps at the end of the night, but there are so many places you could hide, there's no way those employees are motivated enough to check them all. I could be like Tom Hanks in, 'The Terminal'! Minus the thought provoking dialog, romance with Catherine Zeta Jones, and personal conflict. But beyond that, essentially the same thing.
*Anytime I go shopping, furniture shopping, grocery shopping, clothes shopping, whatever, I have a timing mechanism in my brain that will suddenly decide I'm done. I go 100 to 0. And I don't mind telling you, when that floor falls out, I become a 100%, certified, 'B.' Ask Lindsey. It ain't pretty. And there's honestly no warning whatsoever. All of a sudden I just hate what I'm doing and the people around me and I want to leave. Sometimes it's 3 hours, sometimes it's 20 minutes. There's no rhyme or reason. Sort of like that random timer in your brain when you're sitting in a drive-thru and you start to hate the person ahead of you because they are taking forever to get their food. 'HOW MUCH DID YOU ORDER??'
PS: Remember saying, 'Olly olly oxen free!' to end a game of hide and seek when you were a kid? Why did we say that? What does that even mean?
