Awkwardness With The Real World ~ Part 1
So….Uncle M and I went to an apartment not too far away from my own to pick up a little treasure piece the other day – the treasure piece being a Victorian-era style vanity table with a nice little vanity mirror, keepsake drawer, and vanity stool. Absolutely precious, especially for someone like me, who can’t keep away from anything that looks relatively period! Anyways, enough swooning over period furniture and such, back to the story! So we are at this lady’s house, pretty normal looking place, mind you, all nicely cleaned and primped with nice furniture and lights and the works. We might not have looked it, but boy did Uncle M and I feel out of place there. So the price was haggled, the table and stool paid for, and we are just packing everything up to leave when the lady asks what we might be using the table for, since I had very casually mentioned that we were going to be using it for a photography session when I called her about her ad on Craigslist to convince her to hold the table for us, as she was very wary of people who promise to come by and pick it up, and leave her hanging for weeks without payment or pick up. Well, there’s me, feeling out of place and not really knowing what to say, going “um, errr, well, we’re doing this rather burlesque theme…” while looking helplessly at Uncle M for any input. Thankfully, Uncle M, who seems always to be much more resourceful, cuts in.
“Well, we’re doing this burlesque sort of theme for our little photography website, you see,” he starts “a very nice website it is. We do all sorts of very glamourous photo shoots, with nice dresses and costumes and themes.”
The lady looks rather interested, and says “well, I’m always trying to get rid of something in this apartment, so if you are needing any other pieces, just let me know.”
Uncle M asks “what other kinds of pieces?”
The lady looks around her bedroom, and sees a rather rectangular and wrapped package in the corner “well, I have a mirror that is rather vintage looking, and a jewelry case”, pointing to a small brownish thing on the floor “and that magazine holder there, that all has to go.”
Uncle M glances at the “mirror” that she had pointed to, and asks to see it. We gingerly unwrap layers of tissue paper to find a plain dark brown mirror that severely needs polishing and dusting. Uncle M and I look at each other. Then Uncle M says to the lady “I think that all we need today is the table, thanks anyways…” We quickly pack up the table and stool and head out the apartment, both trying to not laugh. When we get to the elevator, and the elevator closes, both of us burst out laughing over the explanation that we had given to the lady about the Brandibondage website…
To be continued…xoxo Anna
Good point David and I agree. However what Anna failed to mention in her little rendition of the events is that she mentioned over the phone that the furniture was going to be used in a photo shoot. You can well imagine my surprise when this lady blurted out, “So, what kind of a photo shoot are you guys doing?” That’s when the fun began.
No one has ever asked me what I’m doing with the supplies I order. But then, how many real uses are there for a 3 kg spool of hemp rope?
ROTFLMAO!! Good job loraxxx!
i probably would have said something truthful, like, “the young lady here is going to dress up all nice and pretty, do her hair and make up, and then we’re going to truss her up like an italian salami and photograph her, on or near this fabulous table you’ve provided us with–at a very reasonable price i might add, thank you…”
but that’s probably why they don’t let me out in public much…