‘Tis the season for the ubiquitous corn maze. I have never understood their appeal. Maybe it’s because I have no inherent sense of direction and have been known to get turned around in my own small town. I like to know where I am and where I’m going. So there is no appeal to spending a precious hour trying to find the exit to a place I spent good money to enter.
A recent visit to IKEA triggered all of the claustrophobia and frustration I remember from my visiting a corn maze as a teenager. Even with a map, signs in the store and promised shortcuts, it took me 45 minutes to not find what I was looking for and to finally get out of the store.
It’s time to shop online.