Yesterday I checked on the status of a couch I ordered from Urban Outfitters a few weeks ago. It's supposed to make our office into a more comfortable guest room, natch. It's been on backorder since January and I've been checking in on it periodically never noticing one fatal flaw (until yesterday, that is ): the shipping address is wrong.
And not only is it wrong, it's REALLY, REALLY WRONG. It's my sister's OLD apartment address. In CALIFORNIA! I live in TEXAS!!
My stomach clenched and I wanted to barf and laugh all at the same time. And just my luck, this weeks-long backorder was now over and the damn couch went on a truck on Thursday!! FIVE DAYS AGO!! I sent an email immediately highlighting my error (and utter inability to check the details) and tried to just forget about it. It's not the end of the world if I end up having to pay shipping fees. Well, it's not terrific news, but whatever. It could be worse.
I called them this morning and they'll see what they can do. I'm not very optimistic. I think some stranger is gonna be lounging on my couch looking out over the Bay.
Later, I ran to the grocery store to pick up toilet paper and olive oil. Just those two things. And of course I left with $88 worth of other "necessities." Among them was a bottle of sparkling water and some cranberry juice.
Behold my booty:
Besides the fact that they are paper towels, spring water, and pomegranate juice I think I did ok. At least I also scored some much needed cheesy poofs along the way and I managed to make it home.
To my house.
Ugh. Someone just shoot me now.
UPDATE: Yay!!!! Urban Outfitters called me back today (3/9) to say my couch is still at their shipping hub... in North Carolina!! Woohoo! That means I don't have to pay any extra shipping, some hipster in San Fran isn't lounging on my couch, and I have somehow redeemed myself!!