The Day We Bought A Mattress
I'm a girl who enjoys shopping. I'm also a girl who easily gets exhausted by shopping - like, I will take a hard core kind of nap after a few hours of walking, looking, and sometimes buying.
When we got married and moved into our apartment, we decided to use Cal's old mattress that he and his mom found for a great deal a few years ago. The only problem was...it was thin, wiry, small, and squeaky. To the point of if Cal rolled over, it would wake me - me! - up. And I have slept through tornado warning sirens, back in those Texas days. I am not easily (or gently) woken up.
Anyways - we agreed to wait until the end of the summer to purchase a mattress, but after a few generous wedding presents and many fitful sleeps, one Saturday morning we ventured out with the intention to buy ourselves a quality mattress! We're both bargain shoppers, which meant we had to go to near every mattress store in existence to verify that we could purchase the best kind of mattress for the cheapest price.
First, we went by the mattress firm, and I fell in love with the comfiest mattress I ever laid my body on. As it turns out, my bargain shopping front is easily weakened by a mattress with the perfect amount of firmness and softness. I whispered to Cal that this was it, and he gave me a look that told me I was no help when it came to looking for the best deal. Hedragged me out kicking and screaming and I got back in the car, ran a few errands, and went to the next store. They offered a similar mattress for a cheaper price, but we couldn't get it delivered for 3 or 4 days as opposed to the perfect mattress that could be delivered tonight. I looked Cal in the eye and told him I would pay an extra hundred dollars or so just so I could be instantly gratified. I am such an American. I'm not proud of my somewhat selfish demands in this situation, but a girl like myself, with a small, fragile body cannot lie on that creaky, lumpy bed for one more night after I've experienced the joy of laying on a mattress that God Himself must sleep on. Plus the second store was more grimy, and I don't trust salespeople in a building that hasn't been dusted...ever. Sidenote: I swear we got asked so many times "So why are you buying a mattress?" by the salespeople. Umm because our families never believed in beds so we've spent the last 20 some years sleeping on the ground and we'd like to try this new phenomenon? Or maybe because our current mattress is uncomfortable? Oh and we just got married so we need a bed to fit 2 people. I think that's about right.
I was getting tired, we both were getting hungry and grumpy, so we decided to go separate ways. I went to Target to get some items we registered for, and I sent him off to the next mattress store, but not before I looked him in the eye and declared my trust in him to find us the perfect mattress. He declared his trust in me in finding curtains for our living room. There we were, like a couple of newlyweds, at the entrance of Target declaring our trust in each other. We'resuch pansies so in love.
An hour or so(!) later, we met up again. Cal seemed a little antsy to get out of the parking lot. We quickly decided on buying the mattress from the first store, and on our way there Cal recounted his experience atWe Will Make You Buy Our Mattress Sleepy's. They targeted him as soon as he walked in - ran tests on him and interrogated him until he was forced to give up his phone number before they allowed him to leave...under the "bail" that he would later bring his wife back so we could buy our mattress from them. The next few days involved messages for him that always ended with, "don't worry about calling back - we'll try again tomorrow!" Take the hint.
That night, as we were sipping on our margaritas and munching on chips and guacamole (I told you we liked Mexican food), the magic men of the delivery company marched in, took our old mattress out, and brought the glorious one in. I never slept as good as I did that night. Except for the sleepwalking incident. But that's a story for another time.
When we got married and moved into our apartment, we decided to use Cal's old mattress that he and his mom found for a great deal a few years ago. The only problem was...it was thin, wiry, small, and squeaky. To the point of if Cal rolled over, it would wake me - me! - up. And I have slept through tornado warning sirens, back in those Texas days. I am not easily (or gently) woken up.
Anyways - we agreed to wait until the end of the summer to purchase a mattress, but after a few generous wedding presents and many fitful sleeps, one Saturday morning we ventured out with the intention to buy ourselves a quality mattress! We're both bargain shoppers, which meant we had to go to near every mattress store in existence to verify that we could purchase the best kind of mattress for the cheapest price.
First, we went by the mattress firm, and I fell in love with the comfiest mattress I ever laid my body on. As it turns out, my bargain shopping front is easily weakened by a mattress with the perfect amount of firmness and softness. I whispered to Cal that this was it, and he gave me a look that told me I was no help when it came to looking for the best deal. He
I was getting tired, we both were getting hungry and grumpy, so we decided to go separate ways. I went to Target to get some items we registered for, and I sent him off to the next mattress store, but not before I looked him in the eye and declared my trust in him to find us the perfect mattress. He declared his trust in me in finding curtains for our living room. There we were, like a couple of newlyweds, at the entrance of Target declaring our trust in each other. We're
An hour or so(!) later, we met up again. Cal seemed a little antsy to get out of the parking lot. We quickly decided on buying the mattress from the first store, and on our way there Cal recounted his experience at
That night, as we were sipping on our margaritas and munching on chips and guacamole (I told you we liked Mexican food), the magic men of the delivery company marched in, took our old mattress out, and brought the glorious one in. I never slept as good as I did that night. Except for the sleepwalking incident. But that's a story for another time.
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