I think about camping All. The. Time. It is the ‘happy place’ I go to when life is either overwhelming or boring. Or if I’m driving. Or eating. Or brushing my teeth. Or walking. Or sitting. Or writing a post. (I think you get the picture.)
Anyway, I had to go to Lincoln for some actual non-camping-related things, but I was thrilled because I could Look At Stuff. When we go, I want to take the absolute minimum amount of things, and I was wondering about some small food storage items. I saw a compartmentalized box in Bed, Bath and Beyond that looked like it opened like my butter container. I pried at the latched from the bottom, but it wouldn’t budge. I pried harder. I broke it. Turns out the latches open from the top on this model, dang it.
Dang it! Dang it! Dang it! I seriously thought about just putting it back on the shelf and walking away, but that darn conscious told me that would be wrong, so I bought it. I also bought some superglue.
Guess what? The glue did not work.
Oh, well. It still closes, so it will still be useful……when I’m camping!
Brad says
I’m surprised they let you buy it. A big store like B,B,&B? I would think they zero out losses like that all the time.
Rachel says
I agree with Brad. But don’t feel bad, I SHATTERED a lamp shade at Et Cetera about a month ago. I was prepared to buy all those bits, but they wouldn’t let me. They shrugged and said, “it happens, no big deal.” Whew, super glue wouldn’t have helped me either.
Lauren says
I didn’t tell the checkout person it was broken. It was a quick internal conversation with me, myself and I, and it ultimately boiled down to, “This perfectly good container is just going to wind up in the ocean if you don’t take it home.” “Yes. We’ll take it home, camp with it four times, then throw it in the ocean.” “Sounds good. Can we stop for ice cream on the way home?”