Never ceasing to be amazed.
The Staples Adventure
Over Christmas break my Roomie can back with something wondrous, something spectacular, and something extremely comfortable. It was an office chair and once I spent a few times sitting in it myself, I knew that I had to put it on my “To Get When I Have Cash Laying Around” list. Unfortunately, that list has taken another pay cut. Ouch. My wallet has gone from NFL to Arena football. It’s been cut. (Even though those guys make boo-koo bucks)
Back to the matter at hand, I occasionally wished upon my stars on my ceiling at night that the tooth fairy or Santa would make an extra trip to deliver an office chair so I would stop the constant butt numbing feeling I get when I sit in my generic plastic posturepedic nightmare chair that came with the room. But instead, Santa, the tooth fairy, who ever, let me have a break and decided to push the dean’s pen and addressing system faster so I could have my Dean’s list letter sent home at the right time.
…needless to say….because of that little Dean’s list letter…I got a present…
Hooroo!
Father and I embarked into Indiana County in search of the proper office chair to aid my suffering back. I was the “Chair-less-ette” and I needed a sitting mate, one with a soft touch, warm comfort, and great support. So I went to Staples.
After searching around, I knew I had found my match. There it was….black fabric, arm rests, a nice bounce back and forth, and wheels to attach. Yet love comes at a cost, and this cost wasn’t ideal for me. But then again, I’m so cheap that the dollar store is the only thing that is ideal. Yet we still asked the Staples fellow to get us the box for the chair we had chosen. Sweet.
The fellow came back to us, saw the chair and told us that the chair was going on sale…tomorrow. Tomorrow? It’s Saturday…darn it, sale starts Sunday. And it just wasn’t a few bucks of, it was forty bucks off.
Again, needless to say…we came back the next day.
Instead of stopping in Indiana, we made our stop at the Butler location store because it’s on the way. I was assigned to call ahead of time and reserve the chair in my name. No sweat. Ma, Pa, and I hopped in the family vehicle and arrived in Butler to receive my little chair of wonder.
When we came in, I asked Customer Service for the chair.
And it begins.
The young guy went into the back room in search of the chair that was I my name. As I pointed out to Ma which chair I had chosen, the young guy, let’s call him Joe, fumbled around in the back looking for a chair in the name of “Lindsey Reedy”. (First mistake….why does everyone assume my name as an “e” instead of an “a”. Curse this English Language.) Soon he came out and told us he couldn’t find it. My mother, being a person who is keen on their customer service tactics, went on her own search for the chair. Get the lantern and the trail mix- she’s on the mission. Dad decided to go his own way and follow her somewhat.
We were lead back to the front of the store where my mother interrogated a cashier about the chair. About that time, she and Pa noticed a pink slip with my name on it. Bingo! After explaining the situation, it was time to check it out.
Dad carries the box to the front, sets it down, and goes over to look at some candy. My mother asks the cashier if the magazine things for Staples are free so that she can have one to look at. I stand there with the chair and shake my head. I need a leash maybe, I don’t know, but it was funny.
Finally I signaled my ADD father back over the check out the chair. I’m surprised he didn’t get the candy he was eying up; a trip to EUP isn’t short nor is it too long. Something tasty on the way would appease the beast that dwells inside of him, controlling his every craving and digestive process that goes on within. In conclusion, my chair was purchases and brought to EUP. Now I sit in comfort and luxury writing and reading the blogs, and of course homework. Who could forget that part?
As I looked at my parents and how funny they are, I sometimes wonder what it will be like to be an adult. Honestly, why do children look up to being a grown up? Sure, you can drive, but find the car and fill it up with gas that it will guzzle down like a bunch of college students binging. Get a house of your own- that you have to pay for, furnish, and maintain. Get all kinds of cool pets- that require food, vet bills, and carpet stain remover. Sometimes people think being a kid is the best part of life, and it’s a grand time, but each part of life is special. You’ll only be a certain age once- enjoy it!
See you all another time!
Back to the matter at hand, I occasionally wished upon my stars on my ceiling at night that the tooth fairy or Santa would make an extra trip to deliver an office chair so I would stop the constant butt numbing feeling I get when I sit in my generic plastic posturepedic nightmare chair that came with the room. But instead, Santa, the tooth fairy, who ever, let me have a break and decided to push the dean’s pen and addressing system faster so I could have my Dean’s list letter sent home at the right time.
…needless to say….because of that little Dean’s list letter…I got a present…
Hooroo!
Father and I embarked into Indiana County in search of the proper office chair to aid my suffering back. I was the “Chair-less-ette” and I needed a sitting mate, one with a soft touch, warm comfort, and great support. So I went to Staples.
After searching around, I knew I had found my match. There it was….black fabric, arm rests, a nice bounce back and forth, and wheels to attach. Yet love comes at a cost, and this cost wasn’t ideal for me. But then again, I’m so cheap that the dollar store is the only thing that is ideal. Yet we still asked the Staples fellow to get us the box for the chair we had chosen. Sweet.
The fellow came back to us, saw the chair and told us that the chair was going on sale…tomorrow. Tomorrow? It’s Saturday…darn it, sale starts Sunday. And it just wasn’t a few bucks of, it was forty bucks off.
Again, needless to say…we came back the next day.
Instead of stopping in Indiana, we made our stop at the Butler location store because it’s on the way. I was assigned to call ahead of time and reserve the chair in my name. No sweat. Ma, Pa, and I hopped in the family vehicle and arrived in Butler to receive my little chair of wonder.
When we came in, I asked Customer Service for the chair.
And it begins.
The young guy went into the back room in search of the chair that was I my name. As I pointed out to Ma which chair I had chosen, the young guy, let’s call him Joe, fumbled around in the back looking for a chair in the name of “Lindsey Reedy”. (First mistake….why does everyone assume my name as an “e” instead of an “a”. Curse this English Language.) Soon he came out and told us he couldn’t find it. My mother, being a person who is keen on their customer service tactics, went on her own search for the chair. Get the lantern and the trail mix- she’s on the mission. Dad decided to go his own way and follow her somewhat.
We were lead back to the front of the store where my mother interrogated a cashier about the chair. About that time, she and Pa noticed a pink slip with my name on it. Bingo! After explaining the situation, it was time to check it out.
Dad carries the box to the front, sets it down, and goes over to look at some candy. My mother asks the cashier if the magazine things for Staples are free so that she can have one to look at. I stand there with the chair and shake my head. I need a leash maybe, I don’t know, but it was funny.
Finally I signaled my ADD father back over the check out the chair. I’m surprised he didn’t get the candy he was eying up; a trip to EUP isn’t short nor is it too long. Something tasty on the way would appease the beast that dwells inside of him, controlling his every craving and digestive process that goes on within. In conclusion, my chair was purchases and brought to EUP. Now I sit in comfort and luxury writing and reading the blogs, and of course homework. Who could forget that part?
As I looked at my parents and how funny they are, I sometimes wonder what it will be like to be an adult. Honestly, why do children look up to being a grown up? Sure, you can drive, but find the car and fill it up with gas that it will guzzle down like a bunch of college students binging. Get a house of your own- that you have to pay for, furnish, and maintain. Get all kinds of cool pets- that require food, vet bills, and carpet stain remover. Sometimes people think being a kid is the best part of life, and it’s a grand time, but each part of life is special. You’ll only be a certain age once- enjoy it!
See you all another time!
posted by Lindsay K. at 9:50 AM
2 Comments:
Lindsay this sounds like the same chair my husband bought me at Staples! I love mine. It sure beats the hell out of the wanna be chair I was sitting in!
Ahh, yes shooping with the parents. I remember thoes days. How long were you in Staples, one or two hours? Did Dad hit on the cashier (if female) and did Mom chew out poor service man? The thoughts are endless.
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