Sometimes I really hate going into furniture stores. I look young for furniture shopping, so the salespeople largely ignore me, which is usually nice - until I have a question. Then I have to search all over to find someone who can help me, and when I finally do, I feel like they're a little patronizing. Maybe it's my own insecurities, but I always leave feeling a little stupider than when I walked in. Even though I've usually done my research and know exactly what questions to ask and what I'm looking for. Someimes I want to say, "You know, I'm not as young and naive and stupid as I apparently look."
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