June 8, 2004
Today I took my paternal grandmother shopping for a new entertainment armoire. That was certainly rather interesting, humorous, and annoying. She only has a small corner to put the armoire in so we went to a custom furniture store to see about having one built to fit the space. She decides that she wants a full-length entertainment center that is about fifteen feet long and is made for a widescreen television. I said no because it would not fit in the space. She told me that she could do whatever she wanted to do. I told her she would have to move to find a space to put that entertainment center. She pitched a little hissy fit and then she finally looked at the armoires I wanted her to look at. She decided on one, they were writing up the estimate, and we were getting ready to pay when she declares that she wants to see it in person. It is a custom piece; you cannot see it before you buy it! I explained this to her a myriad of times. She says she did not want it then. I tell her that she cannot have ANY entertainment armoire unless she purchases a custom one from the place we were at currently. My parents have always used this place and they are quite good so no reason existed to go elsewhere. She starts walking out of the store while I am trying to get the quote and then she runs right into a china cabinet. She then claims that someone in the store hit her. She is insane. She then reminded me for the tenth time (literally) that she desired to get money out of the bank. I explained for the millionth time that I had her ATM card and we would get money at the grocery store. When we were at the grocery store, she hit two people with the cart as well as a number of store displays. We ate lunch after that and she could not decide what she wanted so I had to order for her. Then she spilled it all over herself. Then in the car, she was shaking her apartment keys and the to-go cup from lunch that was filled with ice. I thought I was going to go insane. I endured it and dropped her off. Unfortunately, she has a dentist appointment tomorrow that she does not need to go to and is only going because she is crazy. I believe I am finished ranting for the day…
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