The Dilemma

So I know which bike I want.  I know my size (and it is not 56 cm).  I know one shop in town has the bike in my size all ready to go.  The dilemma is that I have a hard time buying the bike from a place that just acted like I didn’t exist.  If they don’t want to listen to me and just ask me about how much running I USED to do and exclaim “I have the perfect bike for you!” then I don’t want to have anything to do with them.  I told my wife about it that night after we put the kids down to bed.  She responded to the tale with “ I just can’t believe that” and “what nerve!”  I don’t know if she really felt that way or was just being supportive, but I appreciated the support and felt better.

Over the next few days I started to stew.  Was I being too harsh?  Had I taken Diane’s approach the wrong way?  My heart was beginning to soften but there was an imp inside of me that wanted vindication.  In some free time I looked up reviews online and found that others had had nearly identical experiences as I had.  I felt emotionally justified.  I had not been over sensitive!  Others had felt the same way too!  That night I returned home and shared my findings of that day with my wife.  She lovingly validated all my concerns, but when I mentioned my dilemma she wisely counseled me to not let this get in the way of getting the bike that I had worked so hard for.  She left it with “it’s up to you though.”  I have a good wife.

I considered my options as I tried to fall asleep that night.  Do I honor my offended feelings and forgo buying my dream bike in time for Christmas?  Do I swallow my pride and humbly return the the shop?  Do I fall somewhere in the middle and march back in and demand to test ride the CAAD 10?  Maybe a good night's sleep would help.  It did and the solution was clear the next morning.