JC D.
Yelp
The main reason we went out was to go antique shopping, specifically for a chest. There's a pretty cool antique store downtown right across the street from the Pier and Seattle Aquarium. I noticed it the other day we took the girls to the Aquarium.
We found free parking in front of the Antique store and started browsing. There was a lot of old cool furniture. A lot of it reminded me of furniture my parent's had in California and some reminded me of my grandpa's old furniture.
Some of the prices were waaaay out of our price range. Rubs liked an old armoire that went for 1200 and an old swivel full body mirror that went for almost 700; she has an expensive taste.
The building is an old 6,000 sqft warehouse. It's cold and the smell is surprisingly not as stale as I thought it would be. The store is pretty well organized and clean as far as we could tell.
As we browsed around, Rubs found a mirror she really liked, but there was no price tag. This is how we got our discount.
Me, "Sir, how much is that mirror?"
Employee, "Hmmm...there should be a tag on it."
Rubs, "I don't see it."
Employee, "There it is; on the floor."
Me, "Sheesh Rubs, why did you take it off?"
Rubs, "I didn't take it off."
Employee, "hahaha...get her! Set her straight"
Me, "oh, I will, but at home where we don't have an audience. Last time I hit her in public I got in a lot of trouble."
Employee, "There you go, hit at her home where no one sees you."
Rubs, "SIR, that's rude."
Employee, "I'm sorry, that was rude. I apologize."
Of course we were all joking.
When it was time to buy the chest we found out that that guy was the owner.
We saw 3 chests we liked. Two of them were 325 and one was 225. I liked one of the 325, because it had a second compartment when you opened it. For a 100 bucks more it wasn't worth it.
The owner said it was handmade, which it is. I'm not a chest expert, I don't get laid enough to be one, but I know my wood. Okay I just sounded like a fag. I do have an eye for detail, and it does look handmade.
Owner, "Did you apologize to her?"
Me, "No, of course not; she's my sister; it's my birthright."
Me, "Can you bring it down to 200 if we take it now?"
Owner, "Who's it for?"
Me, [long pause]... "Oh, it's for her."
Owner, "In that case, you got it! I owe it to you." [Pointing at Rubs]
Rubs, "You owe me? For what?"
Owner, "For saying what I said earlier."
Rubs, "Well, you don't know if I was one of those abused wives."
Me, "Thanks we'll take the discount."
I dropped 200 bucks on an old chest, but I think it's worth it. Last time I spent this much on an old chest I ended up learning about class and style; and drinking cosmos on a "Sex and the City night."
I like it. I'm starting to get into antique and bargain shopping, and as long as Rubs keeps getting harassed we should do well with the markdowns. Next purchase is a Persian rug. Cross your fingers she'll get called a carpet muncher or rugmuncher.