Picture this. Meghan driving a ginormous Home Depot truck with me in the passenger seat breaking out in, “if I could turn back time…”
I know you all know the Cher song that we ended up modifying to fit our situation better. Our situation. What a dire one it was. Now, to put things in perspective, we are healthy, employed, and have loving family and friends. We don’t want to paint the picture that last night’s situation was THE worst thing that has happened to us, but man did it feel like it.
It all started a couple weeks ago when we met a wonderful woman who purchased our chalkboard kid’s table set. She mentioned how much she liked a hutch we had recently sold. So, the geniuses that we are, we told her we’d make it happen for her. First lesson.
Enter “the perfect hutch” we spotted and “knew” it was “the one.” Also enter a crazy man who didn’t return phone calls, was a total space cadet, and took weeks to hunt down to set-up the purchase of this hutch. Second lesson. Don’t work with crazy people and follow Meg’s instincts (she had a bad feeling all along). And no, we weren’t in danger at any time for those of you worried for our safety. (Which should be all of you;))
Third lesson. Don’t rent a big honkin’ truck and drive without directions, cash, or basically any preparation to get a hutch 30 miles away. After many wrong turns, we found the spot only to learn our next lesson.
Don’t trust that items are in the same condition someone claims they are. We literally stood by and watched a grown man lying on the ground with tools try to shimmy a drawer out of the hutch. What a nightmare. We couldn’t buy a piece that didn’t even function well! And to top it off, he was telling us that we need to learn how to do this stuff! The nerve! Needless to say, we left empty-handed and empty- truck beded. (I know it’s not a word).
We moped the whole way home after, of course, making a wrong turn. And worst of all, we had to email that sweet woman and tell her we didn’t have the hutch. That was the hardest lesson of the night.
And for the icing on the cake, my car wouldn’t start when we got back to Home Depot. Thank God there was a nice man who worked there who jumped my piece of **** car…. We got home safe and sound, but this morning this happened.
Meg and I are feeling a deflated, but are thankful for our custom orders we have lined up. It’ll be nice to know we are creating furniture that will be loved right away in their homes.
Like I said, last night was definitely a “first world problem”and we hope to laugh at it all one day. Until then- we could use some smiles, laughs, and if you’re close enough, hugs.
Taken during happier times.