Sunday, October 21, 2012

All the glory of D.I. is now in my living room

D.I. means Deseret Industries which means Goodwill or the Salvation Army which means cheap clothes and a lot of old stuff that people just shipped in from their garage. 

INCLUDING FURNITURE, you guys. 

So there I was, just minding my own bidness, wondering how hard it would be to re-upholster a weird old chair that I happened to be crouched down and looking at on my way to the old frame section (for a pinterest project, what else? The winter months are long), when all of a sudden there was a man standing by me.

I looked up and realized it was a creepy man (with bobby pins holding his hair back) standing OVER me, grossly invading my personal space.

He introduced himself as a salesman and wanted to know if I had any questions about the furniture or prices.  I was a little discombobulated as to how close he was standing and at what angle. Also, might I mention that it was over the back of the chair, because it was and it looked awkward.

I wish you all could have been flies on the wall or that someone had been recording it because, honest to goodness, it felt like I was on Candid Camera. 

I said thank you and that I didn't have any questions because the prices were all written on the price tags.  Guy didn't give up and let me know, super weird style, that prices could always be negotiated wink, wink, smile.

If I wanted that chair I was looking at to be $10, it could be $10 dollars.  I still said no thanks, I was just looking but then he started telling me about the furniture in his living room at his parents house and how the ugliest, oldest pieces were the most comfortable and how when he has a house of his own someday and on and on and on. 

So, I said I'd take the chair. Best salesman EVER.




I guess I'm going to have to learn to re-upholster stuff now because my "pladdish" chair (totes what he wrote on the slip even though I told him I was pretty sure it was floral) is hangin out in between our two new, classier couches that we got from the neighbor girls who were getting new couches for real.




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