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THAT LITTLE CHAIR

I'm telling ya, I'm pretty disappointed.  But what do ya do?  

My granny and I go to the Salvation Army looking around on Saturday.  Actually, we go almost
every Saturday.   It's her favorite thing to do on her "Day". 

Right there when you first walk in, there's this little chair sitting there.  A little one, all taped up with what looks like packing tape on the seat and other places.  But overall, it's a pretty sturdy little thing and so, so cute.  So original.  It's marked $9.99.  As if they're fooling me with that.  It's 10 bucks.  Yup.  Can't fool me.

"How much will you take for that chair?"   "$2.00."

"Really!  I'll take it."   "Okay."

I leave it there and continue shopping.  BIG MISTAKE!!   Who knew!  

I'm shopping.  I'm on the phone telling my brother about this chair and all the wonderful things I'm going to do with it.  I even named it my Charlie Brown chair.  Kinda like the little tree Charlie Brown had.   Oh, man.  I'm going to have the little thing reupholstered.  I'm giving it to my son for his Christmas present to sit on while he plays accordion.  I mean, I am digging this chair.  It's got me having a great day in old Salvation Army, talking to everyone while shopping.  Just as happy as I can be.

But then, when we're finally finished shopping -- because, you know, you gotta look through everything so you don't miss something cool -- as I walk up to the register to pay and turn to get My Little Chair, it's GONE!!!  Oh, my gosh.  That stopped me in my tracks and I felt the color drain from my face.

"Where's my chair?"   "Oh, we sold it."
"What!!" 
"You should have told us you wanted it and we would have put it behind the counter."

Really?!!?   What part of "I'll take it" is so hard to understand?   Really?   Why didn't you offer?  I  am literally pale-faced, speechless and trying to collect my thoughts over this little chair. 

Oh, well.  What's a girl to do.  I'm so disappointed over losing this little beaten up, tiny chair.  I'm left speechless.  Yup.  Me.  The one who loves to talk.  Speechless over a chair. 

I'm pretty sure someone overheard my glorious ranting about all the amazing things I had in store for it and thought, "Hmm.  That's not such a bad old chair after all," and snatched it up.

I've been whining about it all weekend.  My granny's like, "I don't want to hear about that chair again.   You should've put it in my basket.:"  What a hoot!   Then you'd give me the look like, "What do you need that beat up old thing for?"

I can't win for losing here.   It's so sad.   Poor, poor me.  Oh, well.  

All right.  I think I can carry on now.  I feel better.  I've lost My Little Charlie Brown chair, but it's eased my mind by sharing this story.   And probably inspired a little chuckle from others to boot..

Until next time ...
Me

Comments

Notarobot said…
Since you feel that chair would've given you a "leg up" (or three) I'm sure you'll find another one "sitting" around somewhere that's just as nice. ツ
DKM REPORTING said…
You're so funny! So true though!

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