With a carpenter husband, I don't often visit the hardware store....at least not alone.
Now I'll try not to rant, but frankly, my recent experience was absolutely ridiculous.
I went in to buy two precut pieces of wood, four bolts, washers, wingnuts, and a handle (I'll explain their purpose in another post) My trip to the store occurred at about 6:30 p.m. The store was virtually empty, but the shelves contained many mysteries.
Off I went in search of someone to help me on my mission. After wandering the store for about 10 minutes I began to wonder if the clerks were scurrying to other aisles as they sensed my approach. Finally I found someone. He told me that I needed to go to the "Lumber" desk and the guys there would help me out. Oh, and he also told me to have a great night.
After 45 minutes in the store I left in disgust, without my purchase. I trudged through the blowing snow cursing the store, the clerks and my 'bad' luck at having a carpenter husband. By the time I got to my car I was angry with myself. When had my lack of knowledge ever stopped me from doing anything like this before. This was how I learned things....although the service was painful. By the way, wingnuts are not that common anymore...but I found the ones I needed!


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