Broken Crate

In the last post I alluded to some time spent in the suburbs of Boston last week. I forgot to tell the best story from our time out there.

We are looking for a couple of small furniture items for our new apartment. We have been to stores that range from Pottery Barn to Target. (Yes, Target is the only store so far where we have purchased anything....) One of our stops was Crate & Barrel in the South Shore Plaza mall. They had some ok stuff there, but the price:quality ratio was too steep. Anyway, we're walking over to ask someone a question, and I see this comfy looking chair. I'm still a little kid in many ways, so I had to touch the surface of the comfy looking chair to see what it felt like.

Well, this comfy looking chair was not sitting squarely on its little display pedestal. One little rub of its cushion knocked its leg back the lone millimeter necessary to send the whole chair off balance. Good thing the stack of cocktail shakers was there behind it, to slow its fall. I got to watch in slow motion as about 50 of these shakers, and the 1-inch thick glass shelf used to stack them, came crashing down.

There is nothing quite so musical as the loud clanging of 50 metal objects paired with the crash of a glass shelf. The only thing louder than this was the "oh shit!" that I heard in my teeny, little brain.

As if this wasn't embarassing enough, Pegg later told me that while I was bending down to help the poor salespeople clean up, I had a little crack problem. That's right. Plumber's butt. The cherry on top of my embarassment sundae.