Shopping the Ikea way

We're in Ikea and Jan picks up a pack of something porcelain that I don't recognise. Interested (or more to the point, nosey), I asked, "What's that?"
She replied, "I'm not sure, but they're very cheap and I'm sure I'll find a use for them." Is it any wonder that Mr Ikea is one of the world's richest men?

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Talking of rich men:

The waiter took a bottle of Merlot to the woman and said, "This is from the gentleman seated over there," indicating the sender. She regarded the wine coolly for a second without looking over at the man, and decided to send a reply. The waiter, who was lingering for a response, took the note from her and conveyed it to the gentleman. The note read: "For me to accept this bottle, you need to have a Mercedes in your garage, a million dollars in the bank, and 7 inches in your pants." After reading the note, the man decided to compose one of his own. He folded his note, handed it to the waiter and instructed him to take it to the woman. The note read: "For your information, I have a Ferrari Maranello, a BMW Z8, a Mercedes CL600 and a Porsche Turbo in my garage. There is over twenty million dollars in my bank account, however, not even for a woman as beautiful as you, would I cut off three inches. Just send the bottle back."