Tuesday, March 15, 2011

My semi-irrational fear of furniture salesmen

9 months ago, my husband and I flew to Georgia to perform our 3-day marathon house hunt.  Because we were moving from Ohio, we had very little time to look and even LESS time to make a decision.   We selected our house out of the billions we saw because we fell in love with the neighborhood.  The NEIGHBORHOOD- not the house.  It’s not that I don’t like our house; I just don’t particularly know how to furnish it.  Our previous house was about 1500 sq. ft. smaller than this one, so we have quite a few empty rooms.  My kids call them the “dance floor rooms”.  About a month ago, I was about to give up, hang disco balls on the ceilings, and start an underground rave.

Why would I give up, you ask?  Well, it’s simple.  The minute I walk into a furniture store, a wave of anxiety washes over me.   I know THEY are near.  

I am afraid of furniture salesmen.

After walking past my plethora of empty rooms this morning, I decided I’d had enough.  This fear of mine is irrational… right?  Furniture salesmen aren’t really THAT scary…  So I hopped in my car determined to buy what I WANTED, NOT what the salesman wanted me to buy.

As soon as I arrived, my palms got sweaty.  I felt nervous, but it was time to go in.

I should have turned around then, but I pressed forward.

I'm now a proud owner of a teal and rose sectional.  SURE I came in there for a dining room table, and yes I realize it doesn't match anything I own- but really, this sofa was the right purchase for me... my BFF salesperson said so.

Do disco balls go with teal?




  1. Great post! Thank you for the laugh! Hope you enjoy your sofa!

  2. Furniture salesman = evil clown. Never thought of it quite that way before, but yeah, I see your point!

  3. I'm going to have nightmares about that furniture salesman!!! :)

  4. Funny Post! I love this story! The pictures of the scary killer clown makes me laugh....only because he's stalking YOU - and NOT ME, of course! I kinda feel like this when I go into clothing stores....I once bought a pair of UGLY slacks - in the WRONG size, because the creepy saleswoman wouldn't leave me alone! Too funny!

  5. Oh, dear! LOL I needed to laugh. I share your fear-I generally try to flee if the salesmen approach! :)

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  6. Love the little pictures! And I feel your pain. I'm the girl who bought the $6 protection program for my $19 earphones because the BFF salesman said it was a "must." Sigh.