I think the sales rep winced when he saw us out of the corner of his eye. I can’t be sure because by the time we made our way over, he was all smiles and handshakes. I don’t blame him. I mean, how many times can you show the same people the same stuff? I’ll get back to you on that one.
In our defense, we have never redone our kitchen before and the options are endless. We spend nights surfing the websites, comparing prices and reading reviews for brands like GE, Thermador and Viking.
We waffled over a microwave in the island. We flipped back and forth between a range top with a double wall oven verse a nice full range. We looked at 36 inch fridge, but then our eyes widened at the 42inch and completely bugged out of our heads at the 48inch.
We made every decision half a dozen times and then changed our minds at least half a dozen more. Finally we strode into PC Richards feeling confident that we knew exactly what we wanted, and would up buying something entirely different.
Two days later, we returned everything and was back at square crazy.
We hosted pow-wows at our house. Brother-in-laws debated the merits of one brand over another. Uncles drew layouts for cleaner designs. A friend said everyone doing their kitchens now got double ovens built in the wall. Everyone had an opinion and no one was afraid to share.
The wall oven was one of our biggest points of indecision. Aesthetically I favored the straight range. My husband favored an extra oven for the same money. We were at an appliance impasse. We needed some professional help.
“You should probably consider the double wall oven,” said the designer who was working up a layout for us. “You know, because in a few years it’ll be easier for your back.”
What? Oh no she didn’t.
“Uh, did you just try to sell the double oven on the deterioration of my body?
Sounds of shuffling and backtracking. “Um, ha ha. No, I mean. Uh…”
Yeah. That’s what I thought.
“Really? You really went there? Wow.”
Add some awkward stammering. “No. Ha ha. I just meant, in the next decade.”
Okay, 30 year-old designer was pissing me off. “Yeah, I’m sure I won’t be able to bend over in my 50’s. You’re probably right.”
“No. I mean, ha ha…”
We both did the fake laugh thing while she pulled her very big foot out of her mouth. She should really wait till she gets the job before insulting me.
“Okay, let’s move on, unless you want to suggest any wheelchair ramps I should be installing?”
More awkward giggles on her part. “Oh of course not, you’re in very good shape.”
Oh yeah, who’s bending over now, sweetheart.
I hung up and had my decision.
I would get the range. It provided extra counter space, a more open layout and subtly commented on my obvious youthful agility.
I planned to be shaking and baking for a long time.
Now, can we talk tiles?