Our mattress had become lumpy and bumpy over the years, much like us, so Alf and I bought a new one. I refused to empty our savings for the thing so we settled on the best at the lowest price possible. Even then it was outrageous. Some countries’ GNP is lower than what we paid for it.
After two weeks in it was clear it wasn’t working. Our bones were hurting and we felt we had aged ten years. So off to store we went and bought a better and more expensive mattress to our chagrin and to the salesgirl’s delight. We arranged to have the “old” one picked up the same day.
The truck rolled up that evening, two burly men climbed out and in a blink, the mattress and foundation had disappeared from the bedroom, leaving just the metal frame on the floor as evidence.
Next thing I hear was, “Thank you, ‘bye,” from one of the guys.
“Hey, wait a minute, where’s the new mattress?” I said waving him down from the truck.
The two men jumped down and fished through their paperwork with a flashlight.
“No new mattress on this order,” one of them said.
“You mean you’re driving off leaving us with no bed?” I said with hands on my hips.
“Do you have a place to sleep?” the talkative one said.
“Yes, but that’s not the point,” I said. My irritation was spilling out of my vocal cords by the second.
The man called the warehouse, got someone on a swing shift, mumbled something into the phone and said, “Your delivery is scheduled for Tuesday.” This was Sunday night.
“I can’t believe this!” I said.
I peered into the back of the truck. Nothing in there that resembled our new mattress.
“Off with you, then,” I said.
The next day I called the store and discovered the salesgirl had messed up, that everything should have been delivered on the same day, but did she take any responsibility? Nope.
Where have all the manners gone?
Calvin says, “They left at the turn of the century, along with all the rich foods.”