Sep. 21st, 2003 12:33 am
Once upon a mattress
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This afternoon,
monshu helped me break in my brand new bed.
Literally.
He was the first to notice something was wrong. I saw him pushing down with his hands in a tentative sort of way. I didn't think much of it until, when he went to fetch something from the medicine cabinet, I had a look myself and noticed that one of the masonite boards had come loose. I snapped it back into place--or tried to, but it was still sagging. That's when I realised that the central crosspiece was bent. Like two or three inches below its fellows.
I wish I could say we were doing something fantastically athletic at the time, but--as the big guy pointed out later--there was no more strain on the damn bed than could be expected from a vanilla het couple. Being the attentive boyfriend I am, I made sure we finished up before I got on the phone to the furniture company and tried to come up with the most accurate yet least embarrassing account of the trouble. Upshot is that they are blaming defective parts and replacing the bed next Friday.
I had my misgivings during the installation. It was delivered spot on 11 by a young bear and a skanky blond boy ("One for each of us," as
monshu pointed out) and I watched them closely so I could break down the bed myself when the time came. I was dismayed to see them set up supports on the two crosspieces, partly because it meant I was losing under-the-bed storage and partly because I was thinking, What kind of bed needs supports for the crosspieces? I'll tell you what kind--some stylish but shoddily made Canadian piece of crap.
So looks like I'll be sleeping on the floor again for a while--in a much reduced space, I might add, since the bulk of my bedroom is now occupied by a large, handsome, shiny clothes rack.
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Literally.
He was the first to notice something was wrong. I saw him pushing down with his hands in a tentative sort of way. I didn't think much of it until, when he went to fetch something from the medicine cabinet, I had a look myself and noticed that one of the masonite boards had come loose. I snapped it back into place--or tried to, but it was still sagging. That's when I realised that the central crosspiece was bent. Like two or three inches below its fellows.
I wish I could say we were doing something fantastically athletic at the time, but--as the big guy pointed out later--there was no more strain on the damn bed than could be expected from a vanilla het couple. Being the attentive boyfriend I am, I made sure we finished up before I got on the phone to the furniture company and tried to come up with the most accurate yet least embarrassing account of the trouble. Upshot is that they are blaming defective parts and replacing the bed next Friday.
I had my misgivings during the installation. It was delivered spot on 11 by a young bear and a skanky blond boy ("One for each of us," as
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So looks like I'll be sleeping on the floor again for a while--in a much reduced space, I might add, since the bulk of my bedroom is now occupied by a large, handsome, shiny clothes rack.
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(It's a new one: the giant metal bed now graces
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NATO, but I doubt that's the source of the problem.
As much as I want to slander entire nations, I guess I have to concede that this could be a problem within companies. I'm sure that somewhere, in the deepest, darkest corners of American industry, there is a shady company which makes beds domestically which cannot withstand the vigors of American-style sex. This secret fear will be my eternal shame.
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When Room & Board calls today to inform me when they're prepared to switch out my bed for a new one, I'm going to tell them to take their piece of crap away and give me my goddamn money back because I'm shopping around elsewhere for a bed that won't collapse under the slightest pressure.