Last Friday, I left work early to meet my mom for lunch, and to do some shopping. I’d been eyeing this gray felt drum pendant shade from West Elm for a few months for my living room to replace the hideous light fixture that’s there now, and I’d just gotten an email from West Elm with a 15% off coupon. My mom and I were going to walk right by the store, so I figured I’d stop in and see if they had the light in stock. I say that as if I hadn’t already decided to buy it, like I was going in for a casual stroll. No no. I practically ran out of work in the afternoon, I was so high on the adrenaline that accompanies big purchases. I realize this makes me sound like an absolute shopping addict, but c’est la vie.
Anyway, we got to the store and asked a salesperson if they had the lamp in stock. He had to walkie-talkie someone in the back stockroom to confirm, but it turns out they had a few in the store. “Would you like to buy one?” he asked. Isn’t that cute? Would I like to buy one? I was practically hyperventilating at the prospect of finally owning it, and he couldn’t tell I was interested in taking one home with me from the way I was nuzzling against the floor sample, my arms wrapped around the giant shade as if we were long lost lovers. I’m not weird, I just really, really like home goods.
We got to the counter to check out, and what followed was basically the best moment of my entire shopping life. I’m pretty sure if nothing else goes right for me in this world, I will at least have this memory to cherish.
The thing is 26″ in diameter, and beautiful. Did I mention I loved it? Other drum shades like this go for a lot more money, so I was willing to pay $150 for it. Less, actually, because I had my 15% off coupon, don’t forget. But then, Arthur, the wonderful salesperson who forever has a place in my heart, says, “Oh, did I mention it was on sale?” NO, ARTHUR, YOU DIDN’T. Do you know what I love more than anything else in the world, even more than world peace? SALES. Say the word, observe the perfect way it rolls off your tongue. SALE. I’m trying to keep my heart rate down and my eyes in my head, thinking he’s going to tell me it’s $20 cheaper. Imagine the sound my head made when it exploded when it told me what the actual sale price was:
YOU ARE KIDDING ME. Arthur is informed that I will be naming my first born after him, regardless of gender. And then I realize I am so exciting I’m actually sweating. Arthur then solidifies my decision to build a statue of his heroic figure riding a unicorn in bronze, when he says, “Oh, and we’re having an extra 20% off already reduced sale items.” My eyeballs make an audible BOING as then pop out of their sockets. My mother is put on guard in case she has to catch my lifeless body as I faint to the floor.
I’m starting to think that this is a joke, a conspiracy, a candid camera tv moment. THIS CANNOT BE REAL. This is perhaps the single greatest achievement of my young life. What, mom? You thought that college diploma I got was something special? DO YOU NOT SEE HOW MUCH MONEY I JUST SAVED?
And then, the piece de resistance, the moment that will forever be engrained in my memory as the time I saved so much money I sweat through three layers of clothing: Arthur, beautiful, kind Arthur, he of the West Elm name tag and walkie-talkie, my best friend in the entire universe, says, “Didn’t you say you had a coupon?” !!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HOW COULD I FORGET I HAD A COUPON? YES, YES I HAVE A COUPON.
I don’t remember what happened next because I lost consciousness. My mom tells me I had a grin from ear to ear and laughed maniacally when Arthur (BLESS YOUR SOUL, ARTHUR) joked that he could charge me the full price if I wanted him to. Apparently I kept saying “NO WAY” really loudly every time he told me the new, lower price and just assumed I didn’t want to pay it. Isn’t he cute? My mom and I got lunch after I paid for the lamp so I wasn’t able to take it with me out of the store that day, lest I wanted to crash into a million people all afternoon with an enormous box. I did go back for it the next day, though.
So that is the story of how I saved over $100 on a lamp, aka the best story of my life. The only minor downside is that they were out of stock of the ceiling conversion kit to hang the damn thing, so it’s sitting in the box in my house. Once it’s hung I’ll take millions of pictures of it in all its glory.