Last weekend Working Man and I happened to be out and about. What I really wanted were some new pants for work and a new bathing suit and I knew Target had a maternity section. I'm not technically maternity yet but those clothes are so cute and as long as they fit... Anyway, Target is really the only store around here with maternity, everything else is plus size. Big difference. Sack of cloth versus built for my body.
Anytime we go anywhere lately, we've been looking at the baby items they have on hand. We've been trying to find the best pricing for good cribs, strollers, etc. So, no surprise, we went over to Target's rather extensive baby section. We found some really cute bundled sets (crib, dresser, changing table) but they had no prices. Then Working Man spotted one on clearance so we got the information to try to find out how much it might be. Here's how it went down...
"Honey, you are so strong and wonderful and I think we should look to see if this is all three items or just one. I think it could be good for the baby."
In reality: It's the LAST ONE! LOOOOOOK!
Working Man follows me to the register and I realize I can't get it read at customer service because the line is so long.
"Honey, maybe the nice man here can scan this wonderful card and tell us how much it is."
In reality: It's the LAST ONE! This guy can't help, he's in training. He's useless! It's the last one! I need to go wait with it!!!
Working Man and I discover that, indeed, the guy at the register couldn't help us so we went to Customer Service where she told us how much it was.
"Oh honey, it'll be perfect. We get all three for a great price and I think we should go for it."
In reality: It's the LAST ONE! GO GET IT NOW!!!
Working Man rescues our future child's bedroom set and hauls it out to the car with Target personel.
"We'll get it in there, it'll fit. We won't need to do a thing but take it straight home. The car is wonderful."
In reality: It's the LAST ONE! I don't care if we have to have our knees up our nose with our boogers! We're taking it with us now! Move the seat!"
We did have our legs rather squishes, but Hamster Box handled the rather long box all the way home. I didn't stall the car but I thought I might considering I couldn't extend or bend my knees at all.
"Isn't it great? We've got that out of the way, we won't have to worry about it anymore. Don't you feel great?"
In reality: It was the LAST ONE! And we got it! The LAST ONE!
Yeah, we saved almost $250 on the set but I think Working Man needs hearing aids. I was rather...adamant. It was the last one you know. Who knows when someone might have taken it?
Oh...and I did find pants and a cute bathing suit but that conversation will take longer than I have here.
FFR
