Yesterday Brian decided to go to Lowe's to pick up an under the counter trash can for the kitchen. Since my parents volunteered to watch the kids, I went with him to make sure he came back with just said item and nothing else. Before leaving I asked whether we could just order it online to which he replied why not just go get it - it will take 5 minutes. So with printed picture in hand, off we went.
Well, 5 minutes turned into nearly an hour. We could not for the life of us find this damn thing. We asked Steve, then Lori and then Chuck who, despite their "I am here to help" name tags, were all useless. We were in the wrong aisles, the wrong sides of the store. It got to the point where we could tell people where things were because we committed them to memory during our travels.
Finally Karen found us. Perhaps it was the haggard looks on our faces, or the fact that she had seen us so many times and concluded that we obviously did not work there. Karen belongs in a Lowe's commercial. She was really knew her stuff. So much so that and informed us that our item was available online only. But alas, we found a better one in store. So take that.
