...that is how you can imagine purchasing new furniture with King Ralph was like.
At one store we actually had two salesman; one who understood to be on the woman's side meant a sale, while the other was rallying behind the man--bad salesman! No sale here.
After a dozen stores, a refueling with a Lion's Choice roast beef, a diet coke and a badgering from our daughters (I needed some extra neck turning power) King Ralph finally decided that compromise means meeting in the middle, not getting his way.
I really think next time we need new furnishings it would be easier to just shoot myself in the foot.
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