Couch shopping is traumatizing me

We need a new couch pretty badly. When we moved out of our apartment this past weekend, we actually left ours next to the dumpster. It has some tears in it, and one leg was broken. If we both sat on the couch, one of us was always down hill from the other. Bad situation all around.

So we are in our new home and trying to settle in, but it is difficult to chill out when you have one chair that is doesn't belong at the dining room table. So off to the local mass market furniture emporiums we go.

I have to say that in all the stores we went to, I can't seem to find one with an appropriate level of customer service. Maybe I'm just a bitch, but I don't want to be followed around like a sketchy teenager. Ok seriously, I am not going to be shoplifting from the furniture store so please... Just let me browse in peace! I know where to find you when and if I have a question.

At Bad Boy I actually asked the sales person (politely!) to give us some time to browse alone. He said ok, but then proceeded to follow us around very closely anyways. STOP WATCHING ME SHOP! It made me so anxious hat I just wanted to leave the store. So we did. I can't commit to a large purchase like this when you stress me out.

At The Brick we had the exact opposite experience. Which is funny because their furniture is twice the price. We actually had a sofa and love seat combo that we loved, and when we wanted to get information about their current promo, we couldn't find a sales person. When we did, he said one moment, then went to get us a different person. She came over, we asked our question, she went away, and sent a THIRD person to talk to us. I know we are not middle aged yet but I promise we have currency we want to give you in exchange for goods! I guess the lack of people wanting our money there was good thought because it gave me time to reflect on how much I actually want to spend on a sofa.

The whole process of choosing a couch is traumatizing me. I give up, I'm going to Ikea. Again. Ikea loves me. They understand me.

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