>Seriously, for the last 10 minutes I’ve been in a constant state of giggling while browsing a website I found. Let me explain…
Most avid phone texters can relate to the woes of the auto-correct feature. I’ve had my share of misplaced words that go unedited before sent to friends or family. It can be confusing and really embarrassing if the wrong word is misplaced.
Well, I stumbled on this website where people can share their embarrassing/slightly inappropriate texts they sent that had been incorrectly auto-corrected. Haha.
See all the links in purple? Those are ones that I clicked on at one point or another. Yikes. That’s embarrassing. Anyway…
I’d emailed a few people here and there trying to nail down a good deal. I eventually landed on one that I liked. Pretty new, $20, good ratings, etc. After some emailing, we arranged a time to meet.
I met up with her at the Home Depot parking lot. She seemed very sweet, had two kids with her (one who had gotten car sick on the way making her 20 minutes late to our rendezvous). Poor lady.
Anyway, after emphatically apologizing for her tardiness, she pops open her truck and pulls out the swing. However, it isn’t the swing in the picture. It was entirely different and a bit older looking. I was totally caught off guard and racking my brain to figure out what to do.
I assumed that amidst my wheeling and dealings I had mistakenly contacted the wrong person about the swing I had really wanted. I assumed that the error was on my end and that I had replied to her Craigs List ad accidentally. I chalked it up as another Pregnancy Brain mistake.
I didn’t have the heart to say that I made a mistake and didn’t want it. I mean this woman had driven 30 minutes with a carsick kid to meet me. She really didn’t seem like someone who would hussle me either. So, I bought the swing. The swing I didn’t really want but didn’t have the guts to say no to. Ugh. Here’s a picture of it. It’s not horrible. It’s just a lot older and has a lot more wear and tear.
Well THEN, I got home and hopped on my computer to figure out where I had mixed up my communication. Turns out, I WASN’T wrong! The picture that she had posted was in fact NOT the swing that she brought. WHAT?! How did this happen?
And you know what, right now I don’t have any answers. I am waiting for a response to my email I sent her sheepishly explaining that I didn’t say anything about the wrong swing she had sold me. The dilemma is: Is it my fault that I bought the swing I didn’t want or is it her fault that she sold me a different swing than advertised. When I word it like that, it’s probably more my fault. Ugh.
So now I have a swing that I’m not super crazy about that I’ll probably end up selling on Craigs List, encountering flaky people who say they want it but will never follow through with actually buying it.
The Joys of Craig’s List
>For the past few days, Austin and I have been in Denver visiting his grandpa, Bill. Bill lost his sight around 3 years ago from macular degeneration. The entire time I was there, I was totally in awe of his independence, positive attitude, and ability to do so much while living alone. It truly was amazing.
One thing Bill cannot to alone is shop for socks at the mall. He mentioned multiple times he wanted to do this while we were there so the five of us (Austin’s parents, Bill, Austin and myself) set out for the very busy shopping mall to get him some socks.
Bill knew he wanted white, Gold Toe socks. Simple enough, right? As we got to the first store, Macy’s, Bill’s requirements for socks got a bit longer. He wanted white, Gold Toe socks that were made primarily of cotton AND that didn’t have too much elastic at the top. He claimed it cut off his circulation. Fair enough.
So the 4 of us scour the store for white, Gold Toe, cotton, non-elastic socks. We found many that came close but Bill wasn’t bending on his sock requirements. After the 4 of us go through almost every pack of socks there, Bill declares he wants to talk to a clerk or go to the next store. Since no clerk was in sight, we moved on to JC Penny’s. At this point, I was getting impatient until I took a step back and just had to laugh at the situation.
So on we went, shuffling Austin’s blind grandpa up and down escalators and through the mall until we arrived at the sock section of JC Penny. Once again, the 4 of us scoured the store and brought our finds back to Bill for approval. We got a little closer this time. Gold Toe-check. White-check. Mostly made of cotton-check. Non Elastic-check. Austin brought the winner to Bill for the approval. We were about to wave the victory flag when Bill says he doesn’t really want a pack of 6. He wanted a pack of 3. I mean, really? I was tempted to just buy the 6 pairs and give him 3 of them. Nope. On to the next store to look for the
non-existent 3 pack of Gold Toe, white, cotton, non-elastic socks.
At this point, Baby C started wreaking havoc and was demanding some food. Austin and I split off to the food court while the other 3 headed to Dillards. After a while, Austin gets a phone call announcing they have finally found the exact socks Bill wanted. Praise the Lord. Thank you Dillards. You saved Christmas. I really think this Denver trip will be labeled the “Gold Toe Sock Denver Trip”