The gas logs in our living room are leaking a little bit, and need to be replaced. It isn’t a big deal; it’s a matter of screwing the old set off and the new ones on. Nobody had any in stock locally, and since we’re throwing a party next weekend and wanted the new ones in before then, I drove up to Lexington today to pick up a new set.
You’d think I was trying to buy a camel. From the looks on the salespeoples’ faces when I asked for a set of gas logs that I could put in my car and take home with me today, I might as well have said, “I wish to purchase a live camel.” Oh, we don’t have those, they said, baffled that anyone would ask for this fixture found in just about every new house in America today.
Lowe’s and Home Depot gave me very similar, especially baffling responses–“that’s a seasonal item. We don’t have any more. We’ve got the air conditioners and fans and stuff in now.”
Two things about that. First of all, it’s fucking February. What season are you waiting for, Ultra-Winter? It’s also one of the coldest winters we’ve had around here in years. That “clunk” sound you keep hearing is the sound of actual balls falling off of actual brass monkeys. I just refuse to believe that more people are looking to buy air conditioners now than heating accessories, because I’m having trouble even typing the words “air conditioner” right now without my teeth chattering. (My wife tells me that this is the same phenomenon that keep you from finding a swimsuit or a pair of shorts in July, something I complain about annually. Am I the only person on Earth who buys stuff when he actually needs it?)
Second, when the clerk at Lowe’s told me this, we were standing in front of a very large, floor-to-ceiling, prime-retail-space display of…wait for it…turkey fryers. Dozens of them, and dozens of giant boxes of peanut oil. I was going to point out the bad comedy sketch we were acting out to the clerk, but he didn’t seem like he’d appreciate it.
I finally found a place that said they were open and that they had plenty in stock…but when I got there, I found that the ones they had in stock were at their warehouse store, which was across town and closed on Sunday. Silly me, to think that “in stock” means “you can drive off with it”. “You can pick it up tomorrow,” they said. I could, except that I live two hours away!
I should just give up buying stuff.