I am a spoiled brat
Otherwise known as: I have the best boyfriend ever!
Let’s start at the beginning, where all good stories of complete brattiness should start, wouldn’t you agree?
About a month ago, I went to Marshall’s in search of a Michael Kors bag. Specifically for that. I think Jo and I had a conversation that day about MKs and I was on a mission.
How often do you go somewhere in search of something and you actually find it?
Okay, granted… in a perfect world, I would have tons of bags to choose from, all dirt cheap… but this is Marshall’s and a very popular one at that.
I found a bag that was cute and marked down from the market price of $368 to less than half that. Score! It was big enough for work and had orange straps and I LOVE orange. I was sold.
Problem being, I didn’t want to buy it that day since I’m a cheap ass. I hate dropping a chunk of change on ONE item. I want LOTS of items.
I decided to give the layaway program a spin… for the very first time.
Let me tell you, layaway is not meant for a procrastinator such as myself. You think it would be, but you’d be mislead.
Reason being, I put shit off. The money I have spent in Marshall’s in the past month (it’s next to my apartment complex), I could have bought that bag times two.
Instead of going and plunking down the change in order to free the bag from hock sooner, I threw a twenty here, a thirty there and proceeded to actually BUY shit I didn’t want half as much.
So the bag languished, until I was at the plant this past Saturday (I feel so blue collar: AT THE PLANT) when I received a voice mail telling me my bag would be freed back to the world of wild and crazy shoppers the very next day.
I took my hard hat off long enough to return the call to Marshall’s (taking off the hard hat within the PLANT was a huge no-no but this was an EMERGENCY!) and beg them for more time.
They gave me 3 more days. Gulp.
I don’t know about you, but the first of the month is a bad time to be hitting your girl up for any money.
First, there’s that weekly pay thing, then there’s rent, there’s groceries, there’s bills, there’s GAS, there’s Microsoft points to be conned out of by the kid… I didn’t have an extra $100 for something so frivolous laying around! What to do, what to do!
I began to work on R.
“Honey, I’m going to lose this bag and I really, really want it.”
“I can get a Coach at the BX, wouldn’t you rather have a Coach?”
“Honey, I want THIS bag… I’ve invested TIME and money. And … MONEY.”
For those extra 3 days, I worked on R. Massaged him from afar, if you will.
By Tuesday afternoon, I began to panic. Today was the very last day. I would LOSE this beloved (it BECAME beloved, okay!) bag and I was distraught.
I even confessed to Jo that while I understood how busy R was, that he barely has a moment to himself in order to send me the money and thereby indulge my frivolous frivolity … I’d still be disappointed.
I KNOW, RIGHT?!
Like the man busying himself sending our brave men and women off to parts unknown is not one of the better reasons ever to not take a few minutes to send his girlfriend money for a PURSE.
But, I still would be disappointed. I think I got caught up in the uncertainty. The game. The whirlwind of wanting something so close, but yet, so far…
Will he?
Won’t he?
Does he love me?
Does he love me not?
Okay, so I didn’t go THERE - I know the man loves me. You know how I know? He puts up with my petulant, bratty ASS.
R called me right after I got home from work and I didn’t ask about the money. Didn’t bring the bag up once. I was done. Either he was going to do it, or he wasn’t but I wasn’t going to ASK him.
R hates when I push. I’ve learned to try and nudge, wink, poke… but you don’t push R. He’ll come thru in the end - I mean, he always does - doesn’t he?
Yes. He does.
R said he had to end our phone call as he had errands to run. Again, I didn’t ask… or prod, or push, or scream: ARE YOU SENDING ME THE MONEY OR NOT?
Not even 10 minutes later, I received a text from him alerting me sent me the remainder I needed to free the MK.
Thank you, my darling! You have made me a very happy girl today. And? It’s one of the best Anniversary gifts EVER.