The guy standing in front of me at the craft store checkout line didn't look like an employee. He was small, petite even, but nothing about him said, "I create so many dried floral arrangements in my spare time that I work here just for the discount."
And yet, he walked out of the store with a gargantuan mirror for less than 10 bucks. A mirror WAY bigger than the one I had just been ogling for $60.
"Um, does that guy work here?" I asked when he was safely out of earshot.
"No," the cashier said, giving me a quizzical look.
"Then how did he just get that mirror for 10 bucks?"
"They're on clearance," she said," in the back."
A gargantuan mirror for a little more than lunch at Panera? What did I do to deserve such an amazing gift from the retail gods? Well, I had just managed to summon the willpower to resist the overpriced mirror. Maybe it had been a test and I passed.
As I signed my receipt, I immediately asked if it would be alright to take my purchase and peruse the secret clearance section.
She nodded. And I practically ran.
There were a few left. None like the guy in front of me had selected, but still a huge score. The biggest one was marked $9.99 down from $99.99. I know I suck at math, but that's a calculation I can compute. Ninety percent off! My head was reeling.
Just that morning I had rearranged the living room to put away Allison's playpen she no longer uses. In the process, I opened up a big wall by moving a coat rack from one area to another. It looked all bare and uninspired. It screamed for artwork or a photo or something.
Something like a gargantuan mirror on clearance.
The only problem was the color. The entire thing was brass and super clunky. But the scale of it was perfect for the space.
Or there was another smaller mirror that was the perfect color and the perfect shape but the wrong size. That one was $6.99 from $69.99.
Dilemma. I needed to think about it.
After much debating, I ended up leaving, going to work, returning later with Amanda for a second opinion and settling on the big one hoping it will work once I paint it. If not? Well, it cost less than a jumbo-majumbo pack of toilet paper.
And I could always wipe my butt with it without it feeling like a huge loss.