Michigan: Returning the Gifts

Part 2 of the Shower: I purposely registered at Macy’s and Target because I knew I would be getting a lot of gifts in Michigan even though I live in Los Angeles. Both Macy’s and Target take gifts back in the town that you are having your wedding and will give you a receipt to pick them up in the town that you live in. I found this very helpful because the amount of things that I got would have cost a fortune to ship.

So yesterday after the shower my mother and I immediately went to Macy’s to return the gifts. Mom parked the car and we found a basket to transport things to the store. While I went in mom went to the gas station and to run an errand seeing as with the pile I had I would take a while. Unfortunately for me this particular Macy’s was spilt, there were two Macy locations and they just happened to be at opposite ends of the mall. I of course was in the NON home center section, the place that I unfortunately needed to be. So here I was with my shopping cart overflowing with presents, in heels and a dress, trying to navigate around the crowds to get to the other half of the mall.

As I arrived 20 minutes later, sweaty and tired, in the correct side of Macys I was able to get to the process at hand. The woman that I worked with was uber helpful and nice. I was able to return all the gifts and she even was able to get them shipped to my house instead of handing me a form to go pick them up at my local Los Angeles Macy’s, I was impressed.

As I was waiting for all the paperwork to be finished and the items scanned I could not help but to ease drop on the young couple in the room being helped by another associate, because ease dropping was the only way to alleviate my boredom and because they were talking super loud. Internet a note: if you don’t want to be overheard don’t pretend like you are screaming in my EAR!

So the cute little blond girl and her Neanderthal looking husband to be were disagreeing about every single item that they were trying to put onto their wedding registry. I could not help but compare my and Mr. Rogues fun experience of selecting anything and everything we thought we could ever use or just some fun stuff that we thought would be fun just because we could. This couple was treating their selections as if this one single choice was going to influence their entire lives FOREVER, and that if the right trash can was not picked then we were all going to hell. I felt sorry for the man for his little future blond bloodsucking vampire walking all over all his suggestions. I felt bad for the little blonde with her husband that would just keep repeating the same objects again and again like a broken tape recorder.

With the paperwork complete, and my mother having found me (since I was not where she dropped me off she hunted me down) we set off on the hour ride to Grandpa’s going over details of the big day and reminiscing about life. What a great and busy day. Excuse me while I go stuff my face with ice cream and take a long long long long nap.