I remember when me and the missus got together. Went to ikea, bought a bunch of shit, assembled it all. All together unremarkable. One of her friends came over and said something like “wow no fights, no tears?” That’s when I learned about the trope. Yeah, I won.
Also, running through it backwards is the move. Hang left, head to the checkouts. Walk through the warehouse section. Verify inventory. Proceed directly to the items you’re looking for in the show room. Verify suitability. Backtrack, split at the carts so one person can be waiting, backed up in the loading zone. Rapid egress. The place is designed to sell you prison meatballs after overloading your nervous system with decision fatigue. There’s 12,000 tradable US equities. I care about a dozen. IKEA also has approximately 12,000 items. Lesson in there.