I rarely buy anything unless it’s on sale.
Almost never. . .
Ever. . .
It just doesn’t make sense to me to buy something at so much more when I know in a few weeks itwill go on sale for half its price. I have a sister-in-law that
can clothe their 7 children and herself and my brother for about $5.00. What she doesn’t buy on
sale, she sews for them. Including lingerie. And did I mention, she makes her own catsup! She was regularly featured in our local newspaper for several years for her coupon clipping abilities. And the products she took home, almost free.
But then, out of the blue, there was that one item. . .
A few weeks ago we attended the Bellevue Art Fair that is in the parking garage of
was a hot summer day and at one point we headed into the mall for a reprieve
from the heat and to just cool off. One of
my favorite stores is Anthropology and that‘s where I ended up standing in
front of the most awesome EURO WHITE PILLOW SHAM I had ever laid eyes on. As I held it I dreamed of what it would look
like resting in the center of our bed. But
I also knew the wise choice would be to not buy a pillow sham at a price that
would have put 4 meals on our table. And
so I walked out of the store leaving it behind at its home on the shelf.
Sigh. . .
I went to bed that night with visions of that white pillow sham dancing in my head and woke the next morning to the same visions. By the end of that day I was on the phone calling, you guessed it,
asking the kind sales person to please locate that sham and pop it in the mail to me.
She promised it would be at my door in 5 to 7 days. It would be hard to wait that long,
but I knew. . .
I could do it.
Well, as the story goes, 5 days turned into 10, and 10 into 14 and 2 ½ weeks later there was still no package on my front porch so I made the call to let them know the sham had never arrived. This awesome clerk spent hours, literally, trying to resolve the problem of “the missing pillow sham” to discover it had never been mailed. At the end of the day she promised I would have it in 2 two days, and you’ll never believe this,
at half price.
Some things. . .
we’re just meant to have.
Sometimes we can’t always have what we want the moment we want it
But. . .
Sometimes it’s well worth the wait.
At least I like to believe that.
p.s. I sent a note in the mail to her manager to tell her what an awesome sales person she employed.