Today, I had my heart broken.
I guess that's what happens when you get attached to something...especially when it was love at first sight...and now I'm left with sweet-nothings...just memories...
It seems to be happening to me a lot lately. I keep falling in love with things that I can't have. It was bad enough when I found that dreamy house listing on Realtor.com the other day, but at least those were just photos. I resisted the urge to drive-by the actual house in real life because I knew exactly what would happen.
There's just something that sparks inside of me when I fall in love with something, so let me tell you this tale of my broken heart.
Yesterday morning I was lounging around, enjoying my New Years paid-holiday from work...and then a thought came to me, but I brushed it away. That thought..."Today's a great day to make a trip to Savers." You see, I enjoy thrift store shopping on my days off because I can take my time to really browse.
Ultimately, I decided I would go in the afternoon and I wound up arriving for my thrifting spree at around 2 pm. I'm only mentioning the times because they become pretty important later on in the story.
When I go to Savers, I always head straight for the window wall at the right side of the store, since that's where they always keep the furniture (plus, if you strike out with the furniture that's where all of the dishes, trays, and vases are too...so it's usually a win-win).
Yesterday was no different...except, when I made the standard turn to the right side of the store...immediately, I was gazing at this...
You know how in cartoons little hearts cover the character's eyes when they fall in love with something?? ...well, I think that might have happened to me, and I floated on clouds all the way over to take a closer look.
She was perfect!
Nearly exact for the size and shape that I had in mind for either the foot of the bed in the master bedroom, or the sitting area in the studio. Sure, for the master I pictured more of a sofa with two arms, and for the studio I wanted something that would pull out into a queen-size bed (like a trundle bed), but seeing her made me pretty open-minded. I pictured a reupholstering project in my future (not that the fabric is even that bad), and a refinishing project for the frame...love, love, love, love, love!
But then I noticed something wasn't right.
...up on the top corner was a little orange sticker...a little orange sticker, that if perhaps were a really big-freakin-sticker could have saved me from a lot of heartache...
And on that sticker were the letters, S-O-L-D...
Inside I was having a tantrum like a little five-year-old, but I remained composed on the outside. Not sure how I pulled it off, but somehow I kept it together. But then, an evil side of me came out. It was the side of me that wants to confront and intimidate an opponent to claim my territory. Picture any male species (buffalo might do) featured on National Geographic during mating season...competing for the females....
Yep, that was me...competing for the chaise lounge!
A thought came to me. I remembered that when I bought the bookcase for my master bedroom, I had to pick it up later that day since I didn't have room to take it with me at the time of purchase. During that transaction I was told that I had 24 hours to pick it up...or else...(imagine that's said in a threatening way)...
Never before had I thought too much about what that or else meant, but I had assumed at that time it meant they reserved the right to resell the item if I failed to pick it up within the allotted time frame.
I studied the sticker...it said the pick-up deadline was 10 am, but there was no date written on it, so I didn't know if 10 am meant earlier that day (pick-up window expired, score!), or 10 am today (24 hours of hopeless waiting). So I waited in line and asked the clerks.
They looked at me like I was foolish. They didn't know who had bought it, or what the deal was, but they said, "if it has a 'sold' sticker on it that means someone bought it, so they'll probably pick it up." I could see the judgement in they're eyes. It was like they were thinking, "what kind of a woman would even try to buy something that someone else had already bought?"
...the love-crazed kind would.
Then they said, "you can come back tomorrow afternoon to see if it's still here." But then one of the clerks pierced a dagger in my heart by saying, "we had two of them...did the other one sell too?"
AAAAGGGGHHHHHH!!! Bleep!!!!! Bleep! *Censored*, bleep, and bleep!
Not only was I a few hours late for finding one of them (remember the times from before...thought about going to Savers in the morning...put it off to the afternoon...), I missed out on two of them! As in, one of them could have made some other person very happy, and the other could have made me very happy...but instead, now they're both making someone else very happy!
...It's too much...
Anyhoo...this morning I was due back at work, and Savers just happens to be not too far out of the way for my commute to the office. So, I decided to do a little drive-by (drive-by thrifting, like a gangsta'). Since the chaise was right by the window that was right by the road, I knew it would be easy to tell if the lucky buyer had actually picked her up.
Honestly, I was hoping that whoever it was had already picked it up so I could get my crazy idea of swooping in for the buy (after the 24-hour window, of course) out of my head.
But there she was...still sitting there...untouched...abandoned by her buyer...giving me hope!
At first I planned to take an early lunch and be there waiting right at 10 am...but then I thought that might seem a bit desperate. Finally, I decided I'd swing by after work, and if the chaise was still there at that point then we were just meant to be together.
Now, I know that you're anticipating a happy ending to this story, and I'm glad to report that you'll get it...but I won't. I guess really, there is no happy ending to this story...
If I succeed in my plot, someone else's heart gets broken, but if the chaise is gone, then my own fragile heart crumbles to pieces...and that's just what happened.
It's funny though. On the drive back to Savers after work, a part of me hoped that it was already gone, while another part of me hoped that I could be telling a story with a different ending tonight. But when I saw that it was gone I imagined someone out there taking it home and bragging about their sweet thrift-store find to their family and friends.
It made me happy to think about someone else being happy like that...so I guess I didn't lose after all. But what do you think?