My phone rings at 8:30 am.

During the last few days of my summer break.

When I went to bed after 2.

"I was just calling to make a courtesy call and see if I could deliver your things a little bit early..."

Okay thank you. You were supposed to get here between 10 and 2.

And I ordered my furniture weeks and weeks ago.

And you suck. Hard.

Never again, IKEA. Never again.