I have to preface this post with a reminder that my husband and I both drive Mustangs. You’ll quickly see where this is going.
We have been planning for several months to purchase a new computer. We are planners by nature, and my husband is the ultimate “comparison shopper”. Don’t get me started on how long and how detailed the “comparison” aspect of shopping can be with a major purchase. LOL Anyway, he found our computer at the WalMart in Sherman, Texas. Sherman is about 45 miles from us and we go there when we just can’t find something on our side of the river. As I’ve said before, we generally like to keep our money in OK. But our WalMart doesn’t carry this computer and we aren’t patient once we make a decision. We wanted to buy it this weekend. So after he got off work we headed to Texas.
We drove to Sherman, made our purchase, and happily hauled it out to the car. About half way across the parking lot my brain kicked into gear and I noticed the SIZE of the BOX. Oops! I turned to Gary and said, “I think we have just pulled a Macy’s!” He knew immediately what I meant.
Some of you may remember that I worked for Macy’s for five years. Gary worked several Christmas seasons as an “extra” on the loading dock. I worked every department of the store, including the dock once or twice- to cover peak times, sick days, vacations, breaks, etc. So we both had plenty of experience with customers who bought big items like lamps, televisions, statues, etc. and then couldn’t get them into their car!! I even had a customer who had to call his wife and have her bring their other vehicle to the store so he could take his new television home. We all turned our backs and tried not to listen as she berated him for not planning ahead.
Well, we had planned ahead…for everything except stuffing a huge computer box into a Mustang. Although, honestly, who knew such a little thing would be in such a BIG box!! The trunk opening on my car is too small for anything bigger than a bread box, so I knew it wouldn’t go there. Our next attempt was to move the passenger seat forward and put the box in the back seat. No such luck. We ended up moving the seat way back and letting the computer ride in front! I stuffed myself into the back, behind the driver’s seat, and was grateful that I’m short!! There is absolutely no leg room in the back seat of a Mustang. Yes, Gary is thinner, and might have been more comfortable in the back, but you have to also remember that right now I can’t see well at night!! So he needed to drive.
I’m sure there was someone in the parking lot laughing at us as we made all of our adjustments. I didn’t dare look. Besides, we were laughing, too. Certainly a reprimand for all the times I laughed at my Macy’s customers!
I rode in a nearly fetal position all the way home. The seat belt kept creeping up to rub my neck. My right leg went numb. It was an adventure. Perhaps it taught us a lesson though. Next time we’ll include “take measurements of box” on our comparison shopping list. Or maybe we just need to buy a pickup!