My sweetie and I tend to dress comfortably, and we are in the process of moving. While we don't consider ourselves to be rich, we do have the money to buy nice furniture.
We have also worked with a furniture salesperson in a store with stuff that I like. My sweetie doesn't care how it looks, as long as its comfy, so I usually shop alone and then drag him in for the final decision.
This morning, after looking at the yard again, I thought I should go to town and get some gardening supplies and maybe buy the bedroom furniture. It is very possible that I got a little dirty while helping the garden guys move trees and plants into the truck.
Next, I went to the furniture store and asked if my guy was available.
The very sharp looking receptionist actually sniffed at me, told me that my guy was with some "real" customers and that maybe I would find what I needed at the "Particleboard warehouse" down the road.
I was more than a little annoyed. So, I walked outside and called the store and asked for my guy. Oddly enough, I was transferred straight to him. When I told him that I had been told to go to the Particleboard warehouse down the road, he lost his s**t and asked me to just stay there for a few minutes.
Less than 5 minutes later, the very nicely dressed receptionist walked out holding a box and screaming.
My guy came running out right behind her to find me and bring me in to look at the bedroom sets he had had brought into the store just because he knew I wanted white washed furniture for all 3 bedrooms.
I am sorry that she lost her job. That is never good. Sending me away because she didn't think I had enough money to buy their stuff was even worse. Even if I didn't have it today, I could have dreamed about it and saved up for it.
Mods, this probably shouldn't be here. I wasn't sucky. I never raised my voice, and I was not rude. I'm totally tired and not thinking well, so I'll just report this and let the PTB figure it out.
We have also worked with a furniture salesperson in a store with stuff that I like. My sweetie doesn't care how it looks, as long as its comfy, so I usually shop alone and then drag him in for the final decision.
This morning, after looking at the yard again, I thought I should go to town and get some gardening supplies and maybe buy the bedroom furniture. It is very possible that I got a little dirty while helping the garden guys move trees and plants into the truck.
Next, I went to the furniture store and asked if my guy was available.
The very sharp looking receptionist actually sniffed at me, told me that my guy was with some "real" customers and that maybe I would find what I needed at the "Particleboard warehouse" down the road.
I was more than a little annoyed. So, I walked outside and called the store and asked for my guy. Oddly enough, I was transferred straight to him. When I told him that I had been told to go to the Particleboard warehouse down the road, he lost his s**t and asked me to just stay there for a few minutes.
Less than 5 minutes later, the very nicely dressed receptionist walked out holding a box and screaming.
My guy came running out right behind her to find me and bring me in to look at the bedroom sets he had had brought into the store just because he knew I wanted white washed furniture for all 3 bedrooms.
I am sorry that she lost her job. That is never good. Sending me away because she didn't think I had enough money to buy their stuff was even worse. Even if I didn't have it today, I could have dreamed about it and saved up for it.
Mods, this probably shouldn't be here. I wasn't sucky. I never raised my voice, and I was not rude. I'm totally tired and not thinking well, so I'll just report this and let the PTB figure it out.
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