A Tuesday evening adventure... Furniture. It's a necessary, yet usually overpriced item. Let's be honest here. This past Tuesday my friend and co-worker, Haley, and I decided to go on a furniture-seeking "trip" in Colorado Springs. Due to my quickly approaching move and the fact that she is having company this week, we were/are in need of various pieces of furniture.

The first thing that we found is that some furniture stores close at 5:30pm. (double thumbs down)

We then set off to Furniture Row, every shoppers dream. A row of stores that sell everything from kid's waterbeds to leather sofas, and they are all connected to each other, so you don't even have to go outside! There, I asked the salesperson the price of a clearance table. Instead of telling me the price, he took us to the display table and told us everything about that table (I really wasn't going to pay attention until I knew the price), and then told us the absurd price of the damaged table. However, he did display the wood quality for us, by standing on the table's edge. To which we didn't really know what to say, so upon leaving Haley said, "Thanks for standing on the table for us." (family, I was having flashbacks of Michael Terrell cracking the drawer...)

At this same location, we were looking for a dresser. Upon entering the bedroom store, a small child, around the age of 5, who spoke very little English began talking to us saying "Mama, Papa". We were being nice as he sat in the kiddie play area and just said "Hello"....but then...disaster hit...he began following us to all the different stores. Note: We did not know this child. No parent was is sight, or paying any attention to what was going on. This resulted in Haley and I dashing in between children's furniture to "lose" him, so that we could leave without him following us. (after, of course, we were in an area where he was near his parents and they saw him)

Next, we went to American Furniture Warehouse. A great place for everything except tables and chairs. Those are expensive there. So, Haley purchased a side table for her room, which was perfectly reasonable for us to carry around, and out to the car. Well...then she found a dresser. The kind salesperson brought it up for us on a cart and then informed us that she could not help us take it to the car. It didn't look that large and it only had a few drawers. We were determined we would be fine anyway.

Once we realized it was not going to fit in the trunk, I knew we were in for an adventure. Now, this would be a good place to mention that I forgot a change of clothes, and am therefore wearing thin high-heeled leather boots. (really wasn't thinking that morning) I mention to Haley that the cart that this box is on is going to go flying once we take the boxed dresser off it, see as we are on an incline. So, we turn the cart sideways. Lo and behold, in spite of the modified position, the cart begins flying down the parking lot. Not just rolling folks, I mean flying. She looks at me in slight panic, both of us laughing hysterically. Haley then comments "I have tennis shoes" and leaves me there balancing the box. (that is much heavier than we expected by the way)

Upon her return we tried to put the box into the backseat of Haley's Pontiac Grand Am. Well...it was just a little to long. So, we tried to wedge it in. Still didn't work. I decided we needed some leverage to raise it and rest it on ledge below the window, so I maneuvered myself into the backseat underneath the box on my back. It still would not fit. Finally, we put the front passengers seat down (all the way to the back) and somehow got the box on top of that. Luckily, getting it out of the car was much easier. I think next time we will bring a man with us.... Hence, our adventure of the week.