Getting Fed Up with My Wobbly Chairs
So yesterday morning, I’m trying to eat cereal at the kitchen counter, right? And BAM – nearly ate the floor. Again. Those darn chairs I’ve had since college finally gave up the ghost. Legs wobblier than my grandma’s Jell-O. Knew it was time. Dragged the measuring tape out, scribbled down how much space I got near the island. Eyeballed the height so my toddler could actually reach the table without climbing Everest. Figured, heck, Raymour & Flanigan usually has decent stuff. Hopped online just to browse, swear I wasn’t planning to buy yet.
The Whole “Sale Finding” Circus
Their website? Man. Scrolled through so many chair pics my thumb got sore. Liked this one modern set, all sleek lines. Price tag made me choke on my coffee. Saw a little “SALE” banner way down the page. Clicked that faster than you can say “discount.” Filtered it to just kitchen chairs, obviously. Options still felt like a zoo. Had to toggle:
- “Available near my zip code” – ain’t driving 3 states over
- “Under $200 per chair” – my wallet ain’t unlimited
- “Beige or Gray” – gotta match my weird off-white walls
Almost gave up when BINGO – spotted these upholstered chairs. Looked comfy enough for long pasta nights. Said they were clearance, floor models only.
In-Store Shenanigans
Drove to the store after lunch, kid in tow. Sales guy spotted me like a hawk. Showed him the chair on my phone. He nods, leads me to this dusty corner. Three mismatched chairs sat there looking sorry. One had a tiny nick on the leg, barely noticeable. Felt ’em out – padding was still decent. Sat my butt down right there. Kid copied me, giggled. Asked the guy straight up: “What’s your absolute bottom price since these are floor models?” He fiddled on his little tablet, frowning. Came back with a number. Pretended to think real hard. Then said, “Throw in free fabric protector spray?” Guy sighed, tapped some more. “Fine.”
Victory Lap (& Nap)
Signed the papers, paid, scheduled delivery for next morning. Delivery guys showed up surprisingly on time. Unwrapped ’em in the garage – no damage. Hubby and I wrestled them inside. Almost took out the door frame. HUGE win though. Plopped down with coffee later. No wobble. No leg trying to escape. Kid tried bouncing – chair didn’t even flinch. Sale + clearance + haggling = happy kitchen. Nap felt extra good after all that circus.
