Thursday, December 27, 2018
In with the New and Out with the Old
We went shopping for a new mattress yesterday at Macy's. I've forgotten how old our old mattress is, but no matter. It was time to replace it. My husband cheerfully noted that this would probably be our last new mattress. (Just as Dilly is probably our last dog-baby.)
Anyway, I'd been dreading the shopping expedition because (1) my husband hates shopping and gets cranky after 10 minutes and wants to leave, and (2) mattress purchases seem to have replaced car purchases as anxiety-generators. Nowadays, you can order a car and have it delivered to your door while "binging on your favorite TV shows." Mattresses can arrive that way, too, but you really want to test-drive it before buying. So you have to go to the store. And deal with the proliferating varieties of mattresses. Not to mention pushy sales persons.
It turned out to be SO easy. Judy, the sales person, asked us what we wanted and helped us narrow down our choices. I wanted to use our existing headboard, but didn't want it to disappear because of the height of today's mattresses. She suggested a 5-and-1/2-inch-high box spring rather than the traditional 7 and 1/2. We lay on three different mattresses and opted for the springiest.
While she was writing up the sales contract, she asked if we were willing to provide our e-mail address so that we could receive promotional and sales information from Macy's. Phil said no, we didn't want to be "pestered." Then he grinned and quickly added, "Not that we think that you would pester us." Judy threw back her head and laughed.