A couple hours later, Ian and Tim got home. I showed them the comforter and both of them shuddered and said “ICK. It’s a girl comforter and Danny is going to hate it.” Guess I’ve got two reasons now to go back tomorrow and return my stuff. I’m bummed. I thought I’d made a good choice. If I thought I’d made even an iffy choice, I’d have given that girl a piece of my mind and left. (Who am I kidding? I’m a wuss. I’d be right where I am tonight and taking the stuff back tomorrow.) And, here is illustration #8654 of why I hate shopping.
My neighbor stopped by this evening to let me know about a great sale at Kohl’s today (yesterday if you’re reading this)ONLY. As Ian and Tim were carpooling with my car, I patiently waited for Mike to get home and took off for the sale. I was hoping to get bedding and bathroom stuff for Danny. I found a really nice comforter/sheet set (say THAT five times fast – just the sheet set part), four towels and a pack of nice wash cloths. $96. Not bad. The sheets were 200 thread count, the comforter was sturdy and cheerful in a manly way. I was happy.
Got to the check out line and was met by an incredibly pretty AND incredibly annoying cashier. She kept pushing me to get a Kohl’s credit card. As we are working frantically to get ourselves OUT of debt, I kept saying, in a polite-friendly-I-could-be-your-mom, kind of way, NO THANKS. She then proceeded to tell everyone in line behind me that I was being stoopid and could they even BELIEVE on the savings I was missing out on by not getting this card. I bit my tongue, turned bright red and imagined myself being a person who could stop biting their tongue long enough to speak up. As I walked out into the heat of the evening, I found myself getting madder and madder. Yes, it was a great sale. But, honestly, I’d rather pay a little more and not have the attitude and subjection to public humiliation.