Saturday, Christian and I were at our neighborhood (we have a neighborhood now!!) Ace Hardware looking at baskets of mum’s for the wedding and a garden sprayer attachment for the hose. Well, that’s what we were suppose to be looking at… but we all know, you take a man into a hardware store and you’ll be hard pressed to A.) leave within an hour and B.) to leave with only what was on the list.
While meandering through the store we happen upon their summer patio furniture clearance. How we missed the 50% off the past 412 times we’ve been in there over the past month is beyond me, but we found it this time nonetheless. All the beautiful, wonderful, can seat more than 2.5 people patio sets were calling our names and coincidentally had also already been sold. Those “SOLD” signs taunting us from the top of each wonderful table top.
In order to combat the sadness that enveloped us after such a discouraging find, Christian set off (knight to the rescue!) to see if they had anymore in back. He hunted high and low and, after collaborating with several hard-working Ace employees, determined that we were out of luck — except on the off-chance that one of the other stores nearby still happened to have one. Which, as I’m sure you can guess, meant that Christian was off to the races once again looking up the other Ace locations as well as Big Tool Box (another hardware store nearby).
I’d had about enough hardware/man store in my life for the day and wandered off to look at the pretty things a few isles over. After exhausting all things sparkly (which happens to be relatively little in a store primarily packed with tools) I made my way back to Christian only to see him still deep in thought while researching potential table outlets on his phone. As I inched my way closer he took one second to glance up with the most serious of serious expressions plastered on his face… only to mumble “Don’t ever look up Big Tool in Google”, and walk away. Apparently it scarred him enough that he wanted to save me the horror. After that little hiccup I pried him out the doors only 10 minutes later in place of the normal 40. He may have irremovable images of man parts floating through his brain, but I saved myself the extra tool store suffering. I’m calling it a win for this team.
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