It's been awhile since I've been to Home Depot and/or Lowes. I was overdue for a visit. So I went today.
I just love getting that dose of inadequacy; that feeling that there are things in life about which I will never understand mainly because I'm not worthy.
My mission today, which I chose to accept, was to purchase a garage door opener. Don't worry, I'm not going to install it. I'm just barely this side of my element in buying it, let alone installing it.
Instead of wandering aimlessly around, my first stop was Customer Service to inquire where garage door openers would be located.
Millworks?? Seriously, millworks?
I must have looked as though the Customer Service Rep was speaking another language, because she said, "Millworks, you know.....DOORS."
Doors? "Millworks" means "doors". And there are people who know this? Because I thought "millworks" had something to do with ground flour or grain of some sort. But doors?
Now that I have the opener, I think it will be awhile before I have to go back and find out that it's a "soldering iron" instead of "soldiering iron".