Oh joyous day…something amazing has occurred, my coffee table has arrived.
Now perhaps some of you are saying that the arrival of a coffee table should not warrant this type of reaction, and I would agree with you, that is if this were just the arrival of any old coffee table.
You see 5 1/2 months ago my brother and I found a coffee table that we liked in a LA-Z BOY store near our apartment, unfortunately said coffee table was not in stock and needed to be ordered. Against our better judgement we decided to go ahead and order the coffee table (this, after waiting for our recliners to arrive - albeit from a different company - for 14 weeks). The days passed and we waited, eagerly anticipating the day when our apartment would be complete. Soon the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, and still we waited…
Winter came and passed and Spring arrived (technically speaking) and still no coffee table. During that time many calls were placed to the good folk at LA-Z BOY to inquire about the whereabouts of our coffee table. Patience we were told, the order was pending, and there was nothing they could do to speed it up (as a side note, because the table was placed on a special order, the store has a no cancellation policy, which needless to say we did not think too long about when placing the order - then again our salesperson told us that the table should arrive within 2-4 weeks…he quit one week after selling us the table).
Soon, after our apartment had flooded several times, our patience was rendered extinct, and so one day last week we marched into LA-Z BOY and did the one thing that we had been getting a lot of practice in lately…we raised hell.
After some investigation and discussion we were offered a floor model of the same table but with a different color stain and with some dings at a discounted price of 70% off…after a brief consultation we accepted this offer and were told to return today to pick up our table.
Which at approximately 4:43pm we did.
This evening for the very first time since moving into this apartment some 8+ months ago I watched television and was able to put my beverage down somewhere other than the floor beside my chair.
And, ladies and gentleman, let me tell you…it was glorious.
So, let this be a lesson to all of you…do not think for one second that ordering tables or chairs or anything for that matter from warehouses far, far away is anything but a recipe for anguish and despair. And know that LA-Z BOY is more than just a brand name, it’s a way of doing business.
But they can go straight to hell now for all I care (along with my apartment’s management company) because today I got my coffee table…
Now, if only the goddamn plumber would show up to make sure that the fucking roof doesn’t leak again, then everything would be 100% super terrific.
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