Denied!
“The Great BBQ Hunt”™, which had such great potential for success last night, was ultimately a failure. (Hmm, that word is coming up a lot on my blog these days) Vern and I left from the rowing club last night, with a skip in our step, ready to pick up a BBQ for this Saturday’s sacrificial meal. The reasons were threefold for inviting him along: 1) I needed to make sure his torso would actually fit on the BBQ I had picked out (he will be a part of the offering, afterall) 2) He has a hatchback 3) It wouldn’t be the same picking up a BBQ without Vern there to point out everything I don’t need for a female-used sacrificial device.
We arrived at Home Depot, and went directly to where the BBQs should be. I say “should” because, well, they weren’t. Oh, they had $600 BBQs. They had $900 BBQs. Um. Where were the $199 BBQs!??! There wasn’t even a display model to be had. My dissapointment was beginning to surface.
But, all was not lost, we thought. There’s a brand-spanking new Canadian Tire not far away. We’ll just head over there. Our positive attitude quickly washed away when we arrived to find the store closed (who closes a brand new store to the public right after you open??!) and a special “Executive Night” was being held. “Wait a minute,” I said, “I’m an executive. Where’s my invitation?”
Apparently I don’t rate.
So, we hung our heads, and drove back to Vern’s. There was to be no BBQ purchasing last night.
I’ll have to drag Vern out to Canadian Tire again tonight before we head off to Z & J’s for dinner and X-Box madness. Who would have thought buying a BBQ would be so frustrating?
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Try Rona instead of Crappy Tire. That’s where we got ours after a very very long search of hardware stores.
Do you want me to bring a blow torch to the party instead? I bet we could get Vern to a nice golden brown with that…..
hahaha! Blow torch! What a fantastic idea… Why didn’t I think of that? Probably because I’m not ‘brain-girl’. ps: Please, no brains in tupperwear at the BBQ. Unless they came from an evil motorcycle rider, of course. You’ll have to share the secret on how you get them sliced so thin, though.
Sue, ya but Crappy Tire has the BBQ on for $50 off!!