I couldn't take him home...

I finally arrived at Neiman Marcus. I still couldn't believe it. My Hermès associate had already gone home for the day so another lady helped me. It was quick, painless and very business like. She asked me not to walk it around too much fearing that the other associates in other departments might call their clients about "the Birkin" in store. She herself was calling people from her waitlist because a brown Birkin was alloted to her. I couldn't take him home because a Triple Points Event was due in a couple of days and they advised me to take advantage of that. I went home empty handed but excruciatingly happy. I now own a Birkin.