Am I the only person in the UK who finds going to Ikea an ordeal?

I've just paid a visit today (under duress, I might add) to get another bookcase to match my existing one. Why oh why do people go there for pleasure? They make you walk through the whole piggin' store even if you only want to buy a lightbulb....Tsk! Grr! Is there something fundamentally wrong with me - everyone else seems to think it's a treat of a day out.....