My mom and I were discussing my mattress about 2 years ago. I mentioned that I needed a new one.
Mom: No, you don't!
Me: Um, Mom? Yeah, I do.
Mom: No! When I bought that mattress, it was top of the line and had a 20 year warranty.
Me: Yeah. And when was that?
Mom: That was when we moved to Denver and (lightbulb goes off) yes, you do need a new mattress.
She bought it in 1979. Yes, folks. My mattress is almost 30 years old.
I'd be all "Mom! I can't do boys younger than the mattress I'm doing them on!"
Heh. My grandmother recently got a new mattress as a gift, because hers was at least that old, but she wasn't going to buy a new one, due to the fact that she's just going to die at any minute (her attitude, not ours), so why waste the money?
I'd be all "Mom! I can't do boys younger than the mattress I'm doing them on!"
does some quick math
Oh. Dear. I think that during my Summer of Indiscretion I slept with someone the same age as my mattress.
My mattress set came from my mom, who had it up in the guest bedroom. I think it was the one she bought when she moved into a condo back in 1985, so that makes it now 20 years old. Being a guest bed, it wasn't used all that much during that time until I got it a few years ago, except for the 20 months I used it when I boomeranged back home in between jobs 15 years ago. Still, I plan on replacing it, most likely next year at this time (I'll probably use my tax refund for it).
I think that during my Summer of Indiscretion I slept with someone the same age as my mattress.
That's kinda cool. I mean, apart from being obviously morally objectionable.
The IVR system I just used not only expected me to talk to it, it also said "Hmm." You are a computer. You're not making anything any better.
That's kinda cool. I mean, apart from being obviously morally objectionable.
Well, he was legal. He, and the mattress, were 22. I, on the other hand, was...ummm.... Not.
I have a foam futon that's thick & mattressy. I love it. And it came squished into this square box, so the guy who delivered it tore open the box and the futon just kind of inflated/exploded out of it, which was quite entertaining.
Fifteen minutes per bed? I'd go nuts.
No kidding. Not only the time involved in trying each one like that, but I'd feel incredibly self-conscious lying on a bed in a store for that long. When I went to buy a new waterbed matress after mine exploded a couple years I go, I kind wandered around and shoved on the top of the assorted matresses, and that was the extent of my testing.
Hey, check it out! Our new printer has a scanner!
I'm gonna be a scanning fool.