I went to Costco, went to their bike display, and there were no child bikes. What? So, I went to find an employee. He said that they had two bikes the same size left but they were Cars bikes, not Cinderella bikes. He then suggested I go to customer service and ask them to check other locations around town. Smart guy. So, off I went to customer service. The lady there nicely informed me that none of the other Costco locations in town had the bike, but would I be willing to go out of town? Um...no, but please check anyway? She found the bike at the Chandler (Phoenix) location, which is just over 100 miles from here. F**********CK. She gave me the phone number of a couple Costcos in the Phoenix area, the bike's item number, and wished me good luck finding the bike.
F*****CK F****CK F*****CK F****CK F******************CK. Why did I wait so long to get the f*ing bike for L? I had this picturesque image in my mind of me buying it today, the husband putting it together tomorrow, and then voila! Ready for her birthday party on Sunday. Now? F*********************CK. What am I going to do???? So, naturally, I called the husband to ask for advice. Naturally, his phone was set to go straight to voicemail. Insert another F************CK here. Okay, I can handle this - I'll call L! Maybe she'd be willing to have a Barbie bike, or something else! I called L at her grandparents' house. Our conversation went like this:
Me: Hi sweetie, I was wondering about the bike you wanted for your birthday. Do you have to have the Cinderella bike, or can you have something else? Like, say, a Barbie bike?
L: Mmm, no, I really want Cinderella, Mama.
Me: *slumps in seat* Okay, honey, thank you for telling me.
F******************CK. Wait, there's a Target near here! And two Wal-Marts! Maybe they have a Cinderella bike! Costco couldn't possibly be the only one with it, right? Target first, as it's just up the road from Costco. No Cinderella bike, but they do have a princess bike. Maybe that would work? I call the husband again. Again, he so kindly has it set to go straight to voicemail (WHY IS HE ACTUALLY WORKING TODAY WHEN I'M FLIPPING OUT?!?!???). So, I try to call my sister-in-law V. Unfortunately, she's not answering either. F***************CK. Okay, well, this is an option, let's go check out Wal-Mart by the freeway.
Wal-Mart by the freeway is a huge bust. Bikes, but no Cinderella or princess. I'm beginning to plan out how I'm going to get my lunch, drive up to Chandler, get the bike that I have on hold up there already, and get back in time for the husband and I's date night. Now, drive over to the Wal-Mart by the mall. I seem to remember preventing L from going out there the other day because there were so many bikes.
Wal-Mart by the mall has a HUGE amount of bikes. As I'm scanning the hundred bikes in the garden area, I spy not one, not two, but three Cinderella bikes sitting up on a ledge. Not only are they there and available, they are fully assembled so the husband won't have to put it together. I almost started crying from relief of A) finding the bike, and B) not having to drive up to Phoenix today! Then, I take on my mother's mentality of grab-it-as-fast-as-you-can-so-no-one-else-can-have-it forwardness. SUCCESS! Oh, and it tastes so sweet. I paid for it, loaded it in the van, and came home with a big smile on my face.
L will have her Cinderella bike for her birthday! I'm so happy that she'll be happy. Now to find a place to hide the damn thing until her party on Sunday. F************CK?
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| I'VE GOT YOU NOW, BICYCLE!!!!! *evil laughter* |
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