Brian was optimistic that he knew a guy who had some doors. Brian is famous for being a guy who knows a guy. (Let me know if you need a guy.) So yesterday morning I went to work and hoped for the best as Brian set out to find the perfect doors that were, in fact, in stock.
In the meantime, I quizzed my clients on the word millwork. Yes, I did. Because I couldn’t let go of it. I decided that I needed to conduct this experiment because I’m absolutely bewildered that a phone menu would call a door department millwork while the store actually has exactly ZERO signs with the word “millwork” on it. Not one single woman knew what the heck millwork was.
A few hours into my day I got a call from Brian. Would you believe that his guy had just the right doors?! Additionally, because these doors had been custom made, then rejected by the original customer, they were just taking up space in his shop. So, rather than paying a couple thousand dollars for them, we paid just $300! And they’re triple doors! Even wider than eight feet! I’m absolutely in heaven. Well, that’s not true. I’m in Northern Virginia. But my house feels more like heaven with all this sunlight pouring through the glass!
Did I mention that Brian and I had to go back to the hardware store for handles? With the straightest face that I could muster – twice! – I asked employees if they could help me find the millwork department. One told me to take a left at aisle 16 and go all the way to the end. Here’s what I saw at the end.
Well, that’s not doors.
The other employee actually walked me to the millwork department, and I was smack dab in the middle of the doors once again.
Employee, “Is there anything in particular you’re trying to find?”
Me, “Yeah. I’m trying to find out what millwork means.”
Employee, “Woodworking. Windows… doors…”
Me, Windows! I PRESSED the window button! They sent me to millwork!
I don’t think I’ll ever get a clear answer on this. I do, however, think that I have finally figured out how to keep myself entertained at a hardware store.