Quick! Think about all of the trips you've make to IKEA in your life! Now, quit crying for a moment and ask yourself this: when is the last time you walked out of IKEA and directly into another store without getting in your car and driving? That rarely happens, if ever at all, because IKEA makes it a point to be in the middle of goddamn nowhere.
A trip to IKEA isn't a quick thing. It involves time and planning, like a trip to Disneyland or figuring out when it's safe to fart in front of your significant other. No one just "pops in" to IKEA as they would a grocery store or pharmacy. Those places are readily available, sometimes within walking distance. If you can walk to IKEA, you probably live at a TGI Friday's.
And probably not a "fun" one.
No matter where you are, the nearest IKEA is probably a 20-minute drive away and situated in the kind of bleak suburb you've always had nightmares about settling down in. This isolation from the city center and urban areas is more than just a bold declaration that corporate Sweden gives not one fuck about your free time -- it's also part of IKEA's marketing strategy.
Shockingly, that monkey in a furry coat was not.