I bought a Christmas tree
for our apartment right after Thanksgiving. I didn't realize how funny the
story behind it was until I was telling my mom today.
I went to Target after work to get the tree. I was all
dolled up and in my work clothes, which I didn’t think would be that big of a
deal. I found the tree I wanted (for more than 50% off!!) and found a guy to
help me get it down from the shelf. After he got it down, he asked me if I wanted
him to carry it to customer service for me while I continued shopping. I had no
shopping left to do so I put the tree in my cart and wheeled up to the checkout.
The lady at checkout asked if I needed help with it. I said, “no, I was fine.”
At the end of the checkout she doubled checked and asked if I wanted someone to
carry the tree out to my car for me. I said, “no, I live just a few blocks
away, I’m just going to carry it.” (I must have looked incompetent or
something.) This tree is a 6-foot tall tree all boxed up. It wasn’t that huge
of a box or that heavy.....until I tried carrying it home. So here I am
(remember, all dolled up and in my nice Michael Kors work clothes) carrying a
Christmas tree home on the streets of LA. It got to be pretty heavy and awkward
by the time I made it home. I’m sure it was quite the sight!
Anyway, I have a pretty tree in my apartment waiting for me
to get brave enough to go back to Target and get ornaments.
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My Uncle Bill carves and paints Santas! I love them! (One in my mom's that I may "forget" to bring home when I go home for Christmas.) |