Fuck that place. Seriously.
Head aches I tell ya. You go there with your girl to buy a couch, you end up with a shit ton of junk you don't need and NO couch.
On top of that shit never fits.
AND indeed the reason I ended up with all that shit is because the woman was willing to argue about that shit in public, which is not how I roll. I bought that shit for her and have been giving her shit for it the minute we got home. From there on she could take her own bloody credit card and bring some friends. BAH.
I'm single now by the way, go figure.
