I’m out with Cousin H and she asks if we could go mattress shopping. Sure, why not, I know she wants a mattress instead of the bedroll she’s using and I could use a replacement for my xxx year old mattress too.
Marching into the mattress shop she hops onto a bed and was telling the sales person that she needed a twin size and was discussing materials, prices, etc. The gal hears something and goes to check her loading bay and I decide to climb up into the bed with Cousin H. She giggles and admits that she nearly put her arm around me, but decided not to, as we were in public. So I relate my Bath and Body works story to her.
We wander around climbing into one bed and another, chatting the whole time. I did notice we fit just fine side by side in a twin and marveled at the fact my family’s mostly pretty tiny. Anyway, the sales gal came back and I asked for the make/model of the memory foam mattress I liked best and an estimate for it in a full size.
“So you like this mattress better than that one?” She pointed at the pillow-top, spring mattress Cousin H wanted.
“Yes, I do, but this one’s for me and that’s for her.”
“So this one, not that one. And you wanted it in a twin?”
“No, a full,” she furrowed her brow and gave me a confused look and a light came on in my head. “OH, the twin is for her bed, the full is for mine, she’s my cousin.”
So we get the pricing information and it came up something-69…Cousin H said “That sounds like a great price for a bed,” the sales lady rolled her eyes. Hey, neither H nor I invented it…just sayin’.
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