Sunday, August 21, 2016
Played golf today and on my way home I got a text from my SIL who runs a Hair Salon. She needed me to stop by for something. I was sweaty, thirsty and tired, but when I get a call from the SIL I show up.
Hey, she gives me free haircuts!
It seems she is getting some new cabinetry tomorrow and needed an additional cabinet. I’m not sure why, but I don’t question such stuff. She showed me the cabinet she wanted, just like one she already had. I took a picture and measurements and drove to Lowes.
At Lowes, I asked someone who was busy doing absolutely nothing for some assistance. He pointed to an aisle. Thanks a lot! I searched that aisle and there were all kinds of cabinets, but nothing like the one I needed. Finally, I did see one that looked to be the right size and style, but I wanted to be sure of the size. I went back to “Helpful Man” and he asked me about a dozen questions trying to figure out what cabinet I was taking about. Finally, I just said,
“I think this is the cabinet I want, if you could just come with me and measure it I could decide in about 20 seconds.”
Twenty seconds later I decided this was as good as I could do. I took a picture and texted it to SIL to be sure it was OK. This was not an expensive cabinet, it looked nice enough, but it is only for a storage area. The only difference I could see from what she wanted is this cabinet also had a small drawer.
Cabinet at Lowes
I then called SIL, but she was busy with a client and one of her stylists, Henry, took the call. I don’t know Henry very well, he seems nice and apparently he does nice work, but when he took the call I had a “Say Yes To The Dress” moment. Quick explanation:
On this show where a bride shops for her wedding dress, they often have the “gay” friend. No matter what the dress looks like the gay friend has something to say. He always wants to pick the dress regardless of what the bride thinks, and he disses every dress in that “gay way.”
“I love this dress, what do you think?”
“Oh Honey, it looks like some fluff just threw-up all over it.”
So Henry looks at the picture of the cabinet I sent and says, “Oh, I don’t know, it looks kind of ‘bath roomy’!”
Now I was still sweaty from golf, my throat was screaming for a beer and I just wanted to buy and deliver this cabinet and go home for a shower and that beer. “BATH ROOMY? It’s a storage cabinet and this is all they have!” I didn’t want to go to Home Depot and look any more.
Fortunately, SIL looked at the picture and gave me the OK.
When I dropped the cabinet off, it was in a zillion pieces and had three pages of directions to assemble it. I hate reading directions and putting stuff together. SIL asked if I was going to assemble it. I said I’d be back tomorrow with Mrs. Cranky… Mrs. C loves doing that sort of thing.
Turns out I’m off the hook, Henry put it together after I left. Gay people do have mad skills.