So I get to Home Depot, all jazzed about my garden project, and leave almost in tears. I’ve never met a more rude bunch of men in my life. I got to the store and promptly went over to the wood section. I looked around for someone to help me and got NOTHING. Finally, a man (who didn’t work for Home Depot) asked me if I needed help. I quickly described the kind of wood I was looking for, and he directed me to the pressure-treated wood in the very back section of the store. I head over there and am face to face with a dozen kinds of wood to choose from – and no one to help me determine which kind I need for my project. Again I wandered around looking for help. Saw a couple Home Depot men organizing crap with a loader, and instead of helping me they shooed me out of the way. Saw a couple other men organizing more crap (apparently Mondays are “crap arranging day”), and they wouldn’t even look at me when I said, “Excuse me,” to begin to ask for help. I stood there looking at all the wood, trying to figure it out on my own, and finally said, “Screw this,” and left the area. I came upon the original man who told me where to find the wood. He said, “You change your mind?” I said, “No, I couldn’t find anyone to help me.” “Help you with what – the wood’s right there.” He said it so condesendingly that I got really angry. Just like that my anger was at full force. Which sucks because when I get really REALLY angry – I cry. Ugh, that’s one of my most annoying traits (to me, anyway). Because to other people (read: men) crying doesn’t signify anger – it signifies PMS.
Give him a withering look, I bit out, “Forget it,” and stomped away. I was going to leave the store altogether (vowing never to come back) when I thought, “I can do this – I don’t need some stinkin’ man’s help.”
So I went back to the wood area, looked around a bit, checked the measurements I brought with me, and loaded up ten 2×6 planks about 8 feet long each. Then I grabbed some chicken wire and headed to the front. Paid for my stuff and went out to my car. Started loading and realized I’d only be able to fit half of the planks in the car. So I took the other five to the front of the store and asked one of the HD guys if I could leave it there while I took the other half home. He said sure, and away I went. Got back to Home Depot and promptly loaded the other five (it took some doing – we have a small car). And those men standing out front? WATCHED ME LOAD MY CAR. They didn’t even offer to help when I was having trouble with the last plank.
Everyone claims that the people at Home Depot are so helpful. They aren’t. At least, not to women on their own. In fact – the nicest person there? The woman who checked me out.
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