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So spoke my brother while walking through the parking lot toward his car in the Circuit City parking lot. Another comment from the Jimster about the events of the evening, when I confessed that it was hideously embarrassing for all involved, but wasn't it funny, at least? "More like retarded," was his summation, and I can't really fault him.
See, we met for dinner after work because the 'rents are off celebrating their anniversary and neither of us felt like fixing dinner. Off to Panera's we went, and after that he was all "Want to check out Circuit City?" and I was all "Ok" because it was right next door and as of late I've developed this all-consuming NEED to have one of those groovy DVD/VCR combos and like to go look at them at any opportunity. I do this despite the fact that whenever I'm in the store within ten feet of one, I tend to slump down, stomp one foot, and whine "I waaaaaaaaaaant it," to the annoyance of all around me.
Sadly, said toddler-esque whining fest was not the embarrassing event of the night.
We were on our way out when I spotted the display of car CD players and I decided to go over just to take a look. Just to look! Get an idea of prices! And then I was all – I've got my car here. I've got my credit card. I've got two paychecks waiting to be cashed and another coming Thursday. Why don't I just get it? And then the other part of me was all No! Do not make such a purchase! You have not thought about it enough! It is too expensive!
And the warring selves duked it out in the little car stereo section for, oh, twenty minutes while my brother and a bewildered store clerk looked on. They were both ready to kill me, I think, as all I did was turn back and forth from CD player to CD player, repeatedly asking my brother, the salesman, and the universe in general, "What do you think? Should I? Should I get it? What do you think? Would you get it if you were me?"
Finally, in a burst of fiscal fancy, I decided to GO FOR IT! And I BOUGHT it! I charged it! I arranged for it to be installed RIGHT THEN! It was very exciting!!! I went next door to the little garage and handed them my receipt and was told what time to pick it up and I was going to have a little CD player in my car! One of my very own! How exciting!!!
And then I got halfway to my brother's car and was hit with full-blown buyer's remorse. I stood in the middle of the parking lot, blocking cars, my feet planted, all "Oh my God. I can't buy this. I can't afford this. I didn't even check if there were cheaper prices other places! Should I have gotten it? What should I do? Should I get it back?" and my brother just stood there and stared at me and hollered "I don't KNOW!" and before I knew it I was running (yes, running) into the little garage, calling over to the installer dude all, "Is there still time? Can I cancel it? I don't think I want it installed."
The guy looked at me and announced, "I can install it in fifteen minutes," a ninety minute difference from the original wait he gave me, which did sidetrack me for a minute. Note to self: Have embarrassing public freakout next time the wait is too long at the Olive Garden. Anyhoo, I finally wrestled the CD player away from him and skedaddled into Circuit City, keeping my brother between me and the car stereo section so I wouldn't have to see the dude I bought it from because really, how embarrassing. Twenty minute debate, finally purchase it only to come back four minutes later and demand a return? That's just crazy! Which is fitting because, apparently, I am crazy.
I got to the return desk and handed over my thing, my brother laughing the whole time because when I got to the front of the line exactly ten minutes had passed since the time stamp on my receipt. I refrained from giving him the finger in a public place and just let my best Mean Older Sister Grimace do the talking.
I handed them the CD player and told them I wanted to return it and, of course, wackiness ensued. If by "wackiness" one means "extreme mortification for yours truly," that is.
( and here we break out the cut tag )
See, we met for dinner after work because the 'rents are off celebrating their anniversary and neither of us felt like fixing dinner. Off to Panera's we went, and after that he was all "Want to check out Circuit City?" and I was all "Ok" because it was right next door and as of late I've developed this all-consuming NEED to have one of those groovy DVD/VCR combos and like to go look at them at any opportunity. I do this despite the fact that whenever I'm in the store within ten feet of one, I tend to slump down, stomp one foot, and whine "I waaaaaaaaaaant it," to the annoyance of all around me.
Sadly, said toddler-esque whining fest was not the embarrassing event of the night.
We were on our way out when I spotted the display of car CD players and I decided to go over just to take a look. Just to look! Get an idea of prices! And then I was all – I've got my car here. I've got my credit card. I've got two paychecks waiting to be cashed and another coming Thursday. Why don't I just get it? And then the other part of me was all No! Do not make such a purchase! You have not thought about it enough! It is too expensive!
And the warring selves duked it out in the little car stereo section for, oh, twenty minutes while my brother and a bewildered store clerk looked on. They were both ready to kill me, I think, as all I did was turn back and forth from CD player to CD player, repeatedly asking my brother, the salesman, and the universe in general, "What do you think? Should I? Should I get it? What do you think? Would you get it if you were me?"
Finally, in a burst of fiscal fancy, I decided to GO FOR IT! And I BOUGHT it! I charged it! I arranged for it to be installed RIGHT THEN! It was very exciting!!! I went next door to the little garage and handed them my receipt and was told what time to pick it up and I was going to have a little CD player in my car! One of my very own! How exciting!!!
And then I got halfway to my brother's car and was hit with full-blown buyer's remorse. I stood in the middle of the parking lot, blocking cars, my feet planted, all "Oh my God. I can't buy this. I can't afford this. I didn't even check if there were cheaper prices other places! Should I have gotten it? What should I do? Should I get it back?" and my brother just stood there and stared at me and hollered "I don't KNOW!" and before I knew it I was running (yes, running) into the little garage, calling over to the installer dude all, "Is there still time? Can I cancel it? I don't think I want it installed."
The guy looked at me and announced, "I can install it in fifteen minutes," a ninety minute difference from the original wait he gave me, which did sidetrack me for a minute. Note to self: Have embarrassing public freakout next time the wait is too long at the Olive Garden. Anyhoo, I finally wrestled the CD player away from him and skedaddled into Circuit City, keeping my brother between me and the car stereo section so I wouldn't have to see the dude I bought it from because really, how embarrassing. Twenty minute debate, finally purchase it only to come back four minutes later and demand a return? That's just crazy! Which is fitting because, apparently, I am crazy.
I got to the return desk and handed over my thing, my brother laughing the whole time because when I got to the front of the line exactly ten minutes had passed since the time stamp on my receipt. I refrained from giving him the finger in a public place and just let my best Mean Older Sister Grimace do the talking.
I handed them the CD player and told them I wanted to return it and, of course, wackiness ensued. If by "wackiness" one means "extreme mortification for yours truly," that is.
( and here we break out the cut tag )
