A trip to a Land's End store isn't meant to be funny. I'm sure of it. And yet, well, today it just was.
Matt and I had the opportunity to take a day to ourselves to get some things done (thanks, Oma and Pops!), and we finally made it out to IKEA way out in Schaumburg to pick up all sorts of things that we needed for the new house.
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But what is it about that company? Can anyone out there tell me? There are always some items that are great, and so reasonably priced that you want to kiss the earnest middle-aged saleswoman's sensibly clad feet in gratitude. And then there's that other stuff. I find myself wanting to like it (and why is that, exactly?). It's just kind of...dorky. And even the things that don't actually look dorky on the rack make me look like the Queen of Dorkitude when I put them on in the tiny dressing area that has the biggest coffee stain I've ever seen on the floor. Oh, wait, I am responsible for the coffee stain. But whatever, that's not the point.
On our way out the door, still giggling because I couldn't look at our cashier without super-imposing an image of the woman from the Dilbert cartoon over her face - you know, the one with triangular hair? she totally waited on us today - I paused and pointed to a men's red windbreaker in the window. "That jacket's kind of cool," I said to Matt, faltering even as the words left my mouth because I tried to picture my husband wearing it and realized that I couldn't, "...or maybe not so much," I mumbled.
He came to a screeching halt and stared at me in disbelief. And what he said was the funniest part of the whole venture: "Oh, my God!! You can't even see right after being in there!!! YOUR RODS AND CONES HAVE BEEN ASSAULTED!"