"We'll just move the dresser at the foot of our bed into Brian's room," Larry said, breezily, "and move that chair out of the corner. We can put the boxes there."
|I happen to think these are decorative|
That took a while. And it is only one small smidgen of what I have to do to get ready for these contractors. I'm ready to cry.
At least, once these vanities are delivered, we will be almost done dealing with the place we ordered them from. The store is, I swear, staffed by the most condescending salespeople I have ever met. It was almost as if they could sense that our natural habitat is in the aisles of Home Depot, arguing over which mass market vanity would make us both happy (answer: none of them), and NOT in an upscale bathroom furniture showroom.
|Larry was willing to go to jail over these.|
The condescension was even worse the second time around. I swear, the receptionist (concierge) seemed on the verge of calling security when she saw us. By the end of our visit, Larry was so pissed off, he refused to commit to returning their precious samples of wood within 2 days (we needed them for our trip to the paint store).
Seriously, I was beginning to think he would lose his cool entirely and I'd have to post bail. It would have been worth it, though. TOTALLY worth it.