Furniture Shopping With My Husband -Perhaps My Worst Idea Ever

 

If someone gave me the choice of being stabbed in the cornea with a fondue fork or going furniture shopping with my husband, trust me I’d pick the fondue fork/cornea combination hands down.

I will confess that it was my bright idea to force (really more of a cajole) my husband into going with me to shop for a sectional sofa for our basement. But my intentions were pure. A sofa purchase requires a butts in seat experience and I wanted an extra pair of cheeks to help make the decision.

Granted, asking a man who purchases almost everything on-line to venture inside a furniture super store on a Saturday wasn’t one of my greatest hits, but it had to be done. And all was well until we got to the store and had to park about a mile away.

It appeared that a significant portion of the metro decided to go furniture shopping that day. The parking lot, which was big enough to house a sectional sofa for Godzilla and 1,000 of his closest friends, was at capacity. After we hiked in things got worse.

The store was like a maze. I, being a veteran shopper, decided we should tackle the furniture section in a counter-clockwise motion making concentric circles to ensure we saw everything. It was a masterful plan that seamlessly covered the entire area.

My husband disagreed. He just wanted to race walk through all the furniture in what I would call a very harried fashion with no rhyme or reason. I argued with him that his free form exploration of the furniture department would result in us, perhaps, missing out on seeing the “sectional of our dreams.”

My plaintive pleas made no impact on him because he just took off.  In the two, maybe three seconds I had spent being embarrassed that I actually said out loud, “the sectional of our dreams” he was gone, as in vanished.

I was so put out that I thought, “I’ll show him” and stuck to my genius plan of covering the area in concentric circles. As I perused sectionals I got madder and madder (Where was he and why wasn’t he answering my texts?) until I was distracted by the sight of four young children drinking cans of orange soda on a white couch. Those parents either have the most spill proof kids or like to gamble because just seeing it made me a nervous wreck. The mother in me was about to shout out “Be careful!” but then I spied my husband and I was off.

Where in the heck was he going? He was leaving the furniture department. Sure, it was jam-packed with humanity, but he needed to buck up. We had sectionals to sit on.

I followed him through the second level of the store, down an escalator and then to the very back of the first floor. He seemed very sure of where he was going, almost like he was pulled there by a force field. Then it all made sense. Of course, he has gone to the electronics department, specifically the huge televisions. When I caught up to him I said, “Um, these aren’t sectionals.” He smiled informing me that he decided the size of the sectional should be based on the width of the TV.

“Really,” I asked, “Is that that some sort of dude math?

“If it gets me out of the furniture department it is,” was his quick reply.

Spoiler alert. We didn’t get a sectional, but we are getting a new TV.

4 thoughts on “Furniture Shopping With My Husband -Perhaps My Worst Idea Ever

  1. BJ says:

    At the very least, he showed up in the store. My husband wouldn’t be caught dead in a furniture store. I get the “you pick, whatever you like”. Which sounds amazing because I can do what I want. But it is actually a copout, the “I would rather stay here and watch the game, but you do what you want.” Copout!

  2. Donnadon says:

    My most memorable sofa shopping trip was several years ago with my ex. I found the style of sofa I liked and the length was good, but they didn’t have a color in stock I liked. So I got to pick out a lovely burgundy and navy blue plaid fabric. The ex and the salesman both turned their nose up. I said trust me and got the side eye. A few weeks later it comes in and we get to see it before it got delivered. It was gorgeous and I got to say “I told you so” to both of those darned men. That was my last foray into furniture shopping with a man.

  3. the fright at the end of the tunnel says:

    Oh the battles we take upon ourselves. 😂 We’ve ended up with a larger and larger tv each time I’ve asked my husband to accompany me to look for any type of furniture, or now that I think of it electronic. I’d think it was time to stop asking if I didn’t know better.

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