Florida Chick Sneaks Out

Yesterday we got a new computer (you can read about it at floridachick 365). It was really exciting, but the truth is, we have no place to put a new computer – or more accurately, we have no place to set a new computer. We finally got rid of our 15-year old college dorm desk (I’m still surprised someone took it from the curb), and all of our extra furniture is…well, still up north – yes, still…even after 2 years. So we decided to stop in at one of those big retail furniture stores that you see on T.V. You know the store, there is one like it in every town in America. They’re the ones that have a new sale every other day: a“New Year’s Sale,” a “Day After New Year’s Sale” or an “It’s Friday – hooray Sale.” So that’s where we stopped.

I know you know what’s coming…the salesman rushed toward us the minute we walked in the door. I’m not positive, but I think he may have tripped the other salesman in an effort to reach us first. He introduced himself as Larry, and, as we were the only ones in the store, he followed us like a ravenous wolf – no joke. Actually, after about 3 minutes of us ignoring him, he reminded us that his name was Larry and sat himself down on one of the plush couches in the middle of the store – an open area with a 360 degree view of the showroom and watched eagle-eyed as we searched for a desk.

It only took another 2 minutes or so for us to figure out that we were not going to be able to find our desk here - apparently the “hooray it’s some famous person’s birthday sale” meant that 50% off only included furniture that was at one time heinously priced at $3500 and was now a less heinous $1750. We decided to check Target instead. Getting out of the store would be the hard part, however. Larry was perched dead center with a roving eye on us no matter where we went. So Chris and I made a plan, I wish I was exaggerating…but I’m not, we hid in the interior design center and mapped an escape. We walked through the dining area – hiding behind high-backed chairs and through the living center by using two or three plastic ficus as camouflage. About five feet from the doorway, there was no hiding – so we dead sprinted to the door, ran through the parking lot, jumped in the car and headed home before Larry could chase after us.
So here we are, one day later with a computer perched precariously on a tiny baker’s rack-turned computer desk moved unglamorously into our family room. It’s pretty unattractive but I suppose it will work until we actually make it to Target, but I do wonder… maybe Larry could’ve gotten us a good deal… I suppose I could call him, I think we have 3 or 4 of his business cards in a pocket somewhere.

Lots of Love from a desperately-in-need-of-a-new-desk Florida Chick