Of course there was only 1 navy blue and white striped felt throw and of course it also happened to be prominently displayed just out of arm's reach on a metal bar.
There were 2 other bins of these very same throws, although they were filled with yellow, orange, green, and 1 turquoise striped ones. And I wanted the navy.
I didn't really even have a good reason in my mind for why I wanted the navy and not the turquoise, but that really didn't matter to me as I walked up to a group of female IKEA employees and tried to gauge which would be the kindest. I settled for the one piling down comforters onto a cart because I know that I would probably any and every excuse to distract myself from that task.
I tried to use my most polite French to see if she perhaps knew of any other navy throws in the store and, if so, where I could find them. She told me there was a bin full of them and I told her they were not. Then she pointed to a bin of floral-patterned duvet covers. I pointed again and clarified what I wanted by pointing and saying "just beyond the duvet" and she said that there weren't but that she would get a coworker to get it down for me if I wanted it. I wanted it.
When in situations like these I find it's always best to say thank you but to add how horrible your French is - it just gets a better reception. She told me no problem and told me that my French wasn't bad, that she understood everything I said.
So I guess that's progress. And progress is good, even if slow.
There were 2 other bins of these very same throws, although they were filled with yellow, orange, green, and 1 turquoise striped ones. And I wanted the navy.
I didn't really even have a good reason in my mind for why I wanted the navy and not the turquoise, but that really didn't matter to me as I walked up to a group of female IKEA employees and tried to gauge which would be the kindest. I settled for the one piling down comforters onto a cart because I know that I would probably any and every excuse to distract myself from that task.
I tried to use my most polite French to see if she perhaps knew of any other navy throws in the store and, if so, where I could find them. She told me there was a bin full of them and I told her they were not. Then she pointed to a bin of floral-patterned duvet covers. I pointed again and clarified what I wanted by pointing and saying "just beyond the duvet" and she said that there weren't but that she would get a coworker to get it down for me if I wanted it. I wanted it.
When in situations like these I find it's always best to say thank you but to add how horrible your French is - it just gets a better reception. She told me no problem and told me that my French wasn't bad, that she understood everything I said.
So I guess that's progress. And progress is good, even if slow.
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