By 4:00pm I was itching, I left work and drove merrily along to @Home and rushed in to the rug section...to find...my baby had been sold.
The last one. Arrrrrrrrrrgh No. No!
Suddenly extremely agitated and on the realisation that my rug was the fish that got away, I said to the manager:
'Give me a minute.'
I had to go and walk outside a bit for some air.
My baby had been sold. I'd given myself 24 hours to think about it. God!
The person who coined the term that delayed gratification makes the prize seem sweeter – what a lot of crock. Look, now, see? The rug, gone!
INSTANT gratification, let this be a lesson to you kids. Instantaneous or slow on the uptake and someone else bloody buys it? You decide. Oh Jesus, can I cope?
A white rug is an impulse buy for a reason! I couldn't believe how bleak I was that they were all sold out. Bleakness and loser's complex prevails, mid-store.
Only an hour before this, I realised that I was in love with a rug. And that this cream rug is most certainly the best choice, even if it means that sometimes I will have to roll it up if I host an orgy. Kidding, party.
I henceforth walked around, pissed off for a bit, sadly stroking the other rugs and feeling the resentment rise, I realised the mission was not over.
I could order one from Bloemfontein. It would take one to two weeks. I took her business card in the event she didn't call me the moment the rug hit the Highveld soil.
I ordered one. This by no means it's 100% set in stone that I get one.
But I won't give up. If I loved the rug yesterday, I am absolutely infatuated with it today.
This is just a slight obstacle to the overall experience. And a white, crème brulee dream isn't one that should come easily. This I understand.
But someone in Johannesburg bought my rug yesterday. Probably for the frigging spare bedroom or something. I was preparing for a night in with me and my fluffy companion!
It's not over till the fat lady sings.