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A good sighting:
I went to Target last night. Finally got my bookshelves. I had to search for someone to help me, but finally found an employee, an older woman, in the bath towel aisle and asked her if there was someone who could help me with furniture (totally expecting her to call someone else to help lift and whatnot). She came over to the aisle with me, scanned the item to see if there might be more in the back (I wanted 2, there was only one box on the shelf). Then she called whoever was working in the back and had him check. She went back, brought out 2 boxes on a flatbed cart, and walked up to the registers. There was a huge line. She was surprised no one had called her to help ring, brought the cart over to a closed register (that was apparently hers) and rang me up (I would have waited on line but I wasn't going to argue
). Then she continued to ring while the guy on the next register came outside with us (I had gotten my unsuspecting friend to help me - what? he was planning to go there anyway 
). I pulled up my car, he loaded them in (through the back window; they stuck out about a foot), and we were on our merry way. My friend managed to carry them from the car and up the stairs to my apartment without hurting himself.
So now I just need to put them together. Either my roomie will help me or I'll get my daddy to come over.
Yay, my books almost have a home!
I went to Target last night. Finally got my bookshelves. I had to search for someone to help me, but finally found an employee, an older woman, in the bath towel aisle and asked her if there was someone who could help me with furniture (totally expecting her to call someone else to help lift and whatnot). She came over to the aisle with me, scanned the item to see if there might be more in the back (I wanted 2, there was only one box on the shelf). Then she called whoever was working in the back and had him check. She went back, brought out 2 boxes on a flatbed cart, and walked up to the registers. There was a huge line. She was surprised no one had called her to help ring, brought the cart over to a closed register (that was apparently hers) and rang me up (I would have waited on line but I wasn't going to argue
). Then she continued to ring while the guy on the next register came outside with us (I had gotten my unsuspecting friend to help me - what? he was planning to go there anyway ). I pulled up my car, he loaded them in (through the back window; they stuck out about a foot), and we were on our merry way. My friend managed to carry them from the car and up the stairs to my apartment without hurting himself. So now I just need to put them together. Either my roomie will help me or I'll get my daddy to come over.
Yay, my books almost have a home!
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