My Ironing Board has a New Friend!
No television or television stand.
Not even a coffee table.
Just my ironing board, with its little iron buddy.
We had found my dream couch at Macy’s at the end of June. My mother, younger brother and I combed through furniture stores on Route 4 and stumbled upon this little ruby gem of a couch hidden away on the second floor of the Macy’s Furniture department store.
It was love at first sight.
Long enough to be used as a bed for the occasional guest bed.
Unfortunately, we discovered that the couch was out of stock and wouldn’t be in the warehouse until July 27. Tragic, isn’t it? Although we had seen another chocolate brown couch that would have been suitable, I had my heart set on this discovery. My mother purchased it (her housewarming gift to me) and the interim of waiting began.
And so I waited.
Finally, on August 11, after not hearing a peep from Macy’s, I went into the store to talk to the clerk. The woman at the front desk told me that my couch was scheduled to be delivered on Tuesday, August 14.
Scheduled? Without asking me?
I told her that date wasn’t acceptable, as I worked, so I had it moved to August 18. I realized later that August 18 wouldn’t work either as I was expected in the city that day. So I waited until the night before, when the Macy’s employee said they would call, to cancel the delivery and reschedule.
But they didn’t call.
Instead, they called on Saturday (and left a message, because I was in the city) and left a message saying my couch was available for delivery and I should schedule a time to have it delivered!
Heidi, the original saleswoman from back in June, called me to schedule a time. Saturday, unfortunately, not available – because every other person in New Jersey who works wants their furniture then too. So I scheduled it for Friday, hoping that I could either work from home in the morning or afternoon.
Finally, Friday arrives (that would be today). I’m eagerly anticipating the arrival of my new sofa. I see the white delivery truck pull up and I open the door for the two Latino men to come inside.
They push and shove that couch through the door and after not one, not two, but three attempts, they were finally able to squeeze my apparently obese couch through the front door of the complex and my apartment’s front door and into my living room.
It’s beautiful! I finally have a comfortable resting spot to watch the season premiere of Heroes (only one more month!) and my ironing board has some company while I’m away at work.
Don’t they look cute together?
My new couch, solo version:
(Ed. Note: The fabulous Friday Five will return next week!)