As we were approaching the tree lot, where we have been getting our trees from for many years now, we were joking about whether or not we would find another Griswold tree. We found a lovely white pine that has absolutely no bare spots that is about 8' tall. With vaulted ceilings, it fills up the front picture window nicely. We love it! Perfect.
But there are other times when the trees on the lot never look that big. Then you get it home. It is that big. We found that out a few years ago when we were in our rental home, without vaulted ceilings. Beautiful tree, pleasant scent, strong branches, soft needles, tore the front door frame shoving that sucker into the house. Stood it up. Or tried. It was a lot taller than we thought too. Ripped a hole in the ceiling. Scratched the front window. Swallowed all the available space in the living room. Perfect.
It was also at this time my daughter and I found out why my husband and step-son where quietly snickering and speed tying the tree to the top of our SUV. When we arrived at the lot, there were several other people there. The man who runs the lot always has a nice selection of many different types of pines to choose from, so it nice to stroll around and whittle down your choices to two or three trees. Unbeknownst to all of us, there was a young couple walking around doing the same thing, whittling away. So the tree man was bouncing back and forth between us. We picked the tree we wanted. Apparently, as it turns out, it was the same tree the young lady wanted. So my daughter and I went to the car since we all had decided on a tree and the men were to pay and load, and because it was butt-freezing cold outside! From in between the trees, we see them trotting, and I mean trotting, up to the car with the tree man holding one end and George the other, and they tossed the tree onto the roof. They shook hands and my men started tying away. I did see the young lady walk up to where the tree on the roof our car had been with a confused look on her face. At this point, the men hopped into the car and we left. Perfect.
The main reason they were laughing was the young lady saw them tying it to the roof, pointed and turned to her boyfriend/husband and said "That asshole stole our tree". The tree man was laughing. As they were trotting to the car, he had told my husband the young couple had been going back and forth between two trees for almost a half hour and were trying to dicker on price. The tree man stands up the trees on large screws, lined up on 2x4's. I was wondering why he was unscrewing our tree with a quickness. Now I know. Perfect.
So, that was a first for all of us. Having someone swearing at us while picking out a Christmas tree and being accused of stealing it. Perfect.
It still makes me giggle. Our friend and his young daughter have come to visit so I need to skee-daddle. She is having soo much fun hanging ornaments. She's humming and throwing the toy for the dogs in between hanging ornaments. It's just too cute. Perfect.
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