I had this conversation at work on Thursday at 5pm:
Coworker: “Want to go out for a drink tonight?”
Me: “I can’t. I have to go the plumbing store.”
Now there’s a way to make friends at a new job!
So Thursday night we went tub faucet shopping at a family-owned plumbing shop. We’d been to Home Depot and Lowes and they just didn’t have anything we liked.
Luckily, the place stays open until 8pm on Thursday nights, because it’s SO hard to go on Saturdays and give up good working time. And they’re not open on Sundays, which I don’t understand, since that’s when 99% of the world has the time to shop. But don’t get me started on that.
We poke around on our own for a while until someone takes notice of us. Apprently me hovering and staring at him did the trick. His name is Gino. He doesn’t tell us that, I overhear someone call his name.
Even before he opens his mouth, I’m annoyed by him. He’s sighing loudly and seems rather disinterested. I mean, really, are there ANY people out there who are HAPPY to help customers who are in their stores to spend money???
We explain what we’re looking for in a bar faucet, and he pretty much tells us it doesn’t exist.
We move onto the bathroom sink.
Rob: “We bought a vanity and we’d like to put a vessel sink on top. The vanity is 33″ high.”
Gino: “Pfft. That’s way too high for a vessel sink. Standard bathroom vanity is 31″.”
Oh yes. Two inches. We’re WAY off.
Gino (pointing at yours truly with his thumb): “She’ll never be able to reach.” Then, looking at me, “No offense.”
I look at Gino, who can’t be more than 5’3″ tall and reply, “None taken.” Shorty.
Gino doesn’t seem very accommodating with then sinks, so we move onto the tub faucet.
I walk over to a shower/tub combination that features a beautiful brushed nickel finish, thermostat control handles, and a vintage look I love.
“I like this one,” I tell Gino.
Gino: “You just picked the most expensive one in the whole place. I’m not even going to give you the price.”
First the marble, now the faucet. I really DO have a knack for pricey stuff.
Gino: “What kind of car do you drive?” I don’t like Gino’s tone, and what he’s implying.
Me: “A Jetta.”
Gino: “That’s a good car.”
Me: “Did you expect me to say ‘Mercedes’ or ‘BMW’?”
I knew it.
Don’t go punishing me for having good taste, Mister.
Gino’s crazy if he thinks we’re doing this whole renovation, making everything beautiful and just the way we like it, and we’re going to throw a crappy $100 tub faucet set up in the bathroom. I don’t think so.
Gino loosens up a little and we start going through all of the faucets. I think Gino expects me to make a snap decision with his staring at me.
Gino: “You know what I like to call this time? Pinot Grigio time.”
Me: “This is Pinot Grigio time for me too, Gino.”
Gino: “I’m tired. I’ve been here since 8am.”
Really, Gino? Well I’ve been working since 8am, too. And I’m not home on my couch yet either enjoy that glass of wine. I’m here, dealing with YOU, and your surly attitude and judgment of my lifestyle.
We do an a la carte shower set up, selecting from a few different collections. Gino gives us the 7:49pm discount, a deeper discount than normal, not because he likes us, but because he wants to get rid of me.
The total was a little more than we wanted to spend, but they were shutting down the lights and Gino was at his wit’s end. So we paid up and headed out.
The rest of what we need? We’re buying online. Sans grouchy salesmen.