My wife kicked into an organizing spree last week purchasing a companion shelving unit to house kid stuff matching one we already have. I took an hour or so putting this second unit together Saturday. I'm one screw away from finishing and...crap, this one isn't the same color. You've got to be kidding. Explicative. Explicative. Explicative.
Yep, the new one is "espresso" with the old being "honey". C'mon, get real people. I'm completely pissed at myself for not checking and/or noticing sooner. Taking this guy apart isn't tough but putting it back into the need-to-be-a-packaging-engineer packaging feels daunting. Well, I managed to get it close and re-pack it with some semblance...and off to Easton I go.
My wife called ahead and Pottery Barn Kids told us to just have our receipt and pull into a little, nearby driveway. Ok, fine. Well, they've changed the traffic patterns at Easton and it's a PITA to get around; but I finally plunk myself in the right spot.
I hop out of the T-Blazer and blam, Mr. PBK is wheeling my replacement shelves out. Is this guy psychic? We exchange boxes and he inquires, "You just called a few minutes ago, right?" [Nope...but I'm hijacking these "honey" shelves nonetheless, pal.] About then, a mini-van pulls up. Yep, you guessed it: two people pulled into this loading dock, both at Easton, both at exactly the same time--both retrieving the exact same thing. Doooo-dooo-dooo-dooo. Creepy, right?
Needless to say, I checked for the "honey" color prior to departing. Yep. "honey". Grumble. Grumble. Metrosexual. Grumble. Well now I'm an expert. I set up my "honey" shelves in about 25 minutes.
All is well (and organized) now! Unfortunately, due to my push to get this task checked off my list, a 45 minute task became a 4 hour task. Super.