So...my girlfriend and I went to Joppatown, Maryland yesterday to visit C-Mart (http://www.cmartdiscount.com/). It's a warehouse that liquidates high end stores...mainly furniture. I'd been meaning to buy a new coffee table for a while and hadn't because I had yet to find anything that interested me. The last time I went to C-Mart I bought a $3,800 Bernhardt sofa for either $699 or $899...I can't remember. I'm old. I wanna say $699 though because I was VERY proud of myself for finding it.
It's about an hours drive away so girlfriend and I got up early, grabbed some bananas, nectarines and bottles of water and rolled out to be there as early as possible.
When we got there...girlfriend is VERY overstimulated. She walked around with her mouth open not believing I'd never brought her there before. I kept having to remind her to close her mouth as it looked extremely undignified for a lady of her standing. LOL!
So...we roam around...I find a coffee table and an end table I wanna buy. Girlfriend finds some FABULOUS clothes (liquidated from the Neiman's of the world) and we checkout and drive over to the receiving doors to pick up my tables.
One of the things I love about my truck is that I can fold the seats down and flip them up so that pretty much any major purchase I make...I can take it with me if it's available then. So...I get out and prepare my truck for the tables when Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum come out looking like they just walked off the set of "Deliverance."
I proceed to tell Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum the best way to put the tables so they fit properly (CUZ I'VE HAULED CRAP A DOZEN TIMES IN MY DAMN TRUCK!) and they did everything but what I told them to do for a full twenty minutes. I'd gotten out $4 to give them $2 each for loading the truck and was holding it in my hand. *SIGH* Becoming increasingly frustrated but not wanting to blow up at these guys...I opened the door and told girlfriend, "These guys are dumber than rocks in a box!" in a tone where only she could hear.
As I was saying this, I was removing four quarters from my bag to put in my coin compartment in my truck for meters...girlfriend looks at me sharply, her eyes getting as big as the tires on my Rover. Her voice gets husky as she is trying to stifle a laugh and is, quite frankly, in shock.
My usually EXTREMELY cultured girlfriend: "Monnie." She starts sharply. "You gon give dat man fitty cents?" in a voice reminiscent of the big guy in "Life" asking..."You gon eat dat cornbread?"
Me: What the hell? NO! I wouldn't do that!
Her: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Girl...cuz if you were I was gonna get out so I could see his face once that transaction transpired.
Me: What the hell do you think of me GEEZ!
Her: I KNOW you're a good tipper...that's why it's soooooooooooooo funny that you would give the man fitty cents. And you KNOW you've been evil lately.
Me: Humph.
Her: (crying laughing at this point)...But Monnie...you gotta admit...it looked like you were...(to which I doubled over and HOWLED laughing).
I gave her a hard time about thinking the worst of me...but it always ended with both of us laughing like crazy, gasping for breath.
We get back home and meet Robby who has just returned from golfing (oh by the way....GO TIGER WOODS!!!!!!!!! WHOOOOOOOHOOOOOOO!) and start telling him the story. Before we could finish he looks at me sharply:
The Robinator: Monnie...you didn't give those men fifty cents did you?
Me: WHADAHELZ? Come ON now! YOU TOO? Geez. You guys must really think the WORST of me!
Robby: Well, ya gotta admit. You've been kinda evil lately.
I hate them. Humph.
Here are the tables and the progress of the "formal" living room thusfar (I say "formal" cuz we ain't formal kinda people and that sofa is actually Jaru's favorite nap spot...lol!). I have to do something significantly different on the walls. I'm thinking of a grouping of different shaped mirrors in the same pewter colored frames along the wall above the painted chest. Also...I gotta do something major to the left of the sofa as well as get a significant piece of art for above the sofa. Whatcha think? Any ideas?
Oh yeah...Robby's take on the new tables:
Me: Do you like them?
Him: Do YOU like them?
Me: Yes.
Him: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Me: Yeah RIGHT!
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