First time I ever went to IKEA was with my flatmates, one of whom has cerebral palsy that affects her walking. Good goddamn, I have never been so disgusted with their (obvious through architecture) attitude towards people who do not actually wish to walk five kilometres to buy a table. Or even people who know exactly what they want and don't appreciate having to wander for miles through showrooms to get it. Or even people with bad senses of direction.