June 01, 2004

How long?

I bought a bedroom today. Not the room itself of course - that I bought a year ago (it came with a cosy little flat attached) - but the rather lovely fitted bedroom suite that I witnessed in MFI a little over a week ago. Well, technically I didn't actually buy it, but I did put down a deposit on it and I've every intention of carrying on and paying for it in full. I'd set my heart upon the suite near as soon I laid eyes on it - some decisions I make entirely too quickly. Despite the fact I don't require it to be installed for a goodly while yet (have I mentioned 7 months recently?) I was tempted by a bank holiday offer which granted me a further 10% off. All I wanted to do today was pay for it.

I'm very uncomfortable when it comes to bargains and haggling and suchlike. I prefer to see a price, pay it and end the matter there. However, it seems the rule that the more expensive products get the more flexible the price becomes. I ended up inadvertently haggling over the price with the salesman in the store. I didn't mean to barter with him, but he seemed to mistake my natural air of indecision (some people have an air of authority, I make do with my air of indecision. It occasionally serves me better than I have any right to expect) for some sort of bargaining ploy (it wasn't - my intentions were quite set) and started to make a dizzying series of reductions. I realise that these reductions have already been factored in and are simply a device to encourage purchase, but I really just wanted him to arrive at a final figure. He did so eventually, but even then I'm sure he would have carried on making further concessions had I pressed him (or simply havered a while longer). However, by that point all I wanted was to do was to get as far away as possible from him.

But then he did something I found quite odd. As if to further reassure me (I didn't want reassurance, I was simply trying to retain the will to live by that point) he started extolling the virtues of the suite, including dropping in the horrifying fact that it has a roughly 20 year life expectancy (as opposed to some of the cheaper furniture whose lifespan is only half as long). I know, on an intellectual level at least,that long lasting furniture is a Good Thing, but the future is something I prefer not to think about unless absolutely necessary and resent being made to consider it at the drop of someone elses hat. I should probably just have walked away from the whole deal just then, but I carried on with it (after double checking that the deposit was fully refundable).

Today I bought a bedroom. And seemingly a large chunk of future.

Thought iMark at June 1, 2004 12:14 AM | TrackBack

Comments

Sweetie, I think you don't need to indulge in too much panic just yet. I think MFI is struggling with a hang-over reputation from the '70s and '80s of chipboard furniture that would a) collapse as soon as the cat rubbed up against it or b) dissolve as soon as you spilled your coffee (or milk, whatever) on it. In this respect lasting for 20 years is meant to be reassuring. If you fall out of love with it in 5 years' time you absolutely have my permission to junk it and spend money on another set, EVEN IF IT'S NOT IN ANY WAY DAMAGED OR OUTDATED BY THEN. In fact, you technically don't need my permission (but don't spread it about) - that's one of the few good points about adulthood, you don't have to justify that kind of thing at all. I know the whole adulthood thing freaks you a bit (don't blame you) but I feel it's only fair to point out some of the upsides :)

Posted by: Foots at June 1, 2004 01:08 AM
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