Those boys at Lowes sure are nice

So, I ended up at Lowes last Friday night, because my garage door opener had a dead battery. And I needed a few things, but mainly because my garage door opener was busted. Normally, I'm summarily ignored in man-huts such as Lowes, auto parts stores and Circuit Citys. Which is fine by me, I don't need their help anyway (kicks can...shuffles feet). Honestly, I really hate it when sales dudes talk down to me, so I generally try to get in and get out before I get reminded that my *husband* should be making these sort of decisions for me. Oh wait...I'm an old maid...yeah...forgot about that. Anyway, back to the story. I goes into the Lowes, and the first thing I want is a wee pint of paint, so I goes to the paint guy. The paint guys are usually rather sketchy, but this was a smiling young man, and he got to making my pint of paint immediately. Another Lowes gent was loitering nearby, and I asked him if this place cut keys, and it turns out, HE was the key guy! He took my keys, then brought them back before my paint was even done being shaken. Then, he patiently tried to figure out how to open my surprisingly complicated garage door opener, so's I could get a new battery. Turns out, my opener is the Rubics Cube of openers. It took 2 guys to figure it out. But, we got it in the end, and I was on my way, full of paint, keys and power. It was such a pleasant trip to Lowes, those fellas sure were nice. Maybe it's because I wasn't wearing a bra.