A short guide to not only buying a mattress, but also to surviving the post-sale salesman small talk.
After much back and forth it was decided that the addition of a twin bed would be a good idea to the household. We currently have a full size (or standard or what every you call it) futon convertible. But the addition of another sleeping surface is necessary. Especially considering our upcoming company. We also were considering it V’s future ‘Big Boy’ bed.
We did some price checking. The whole usual sort of thing.
Blah blah blah… let me just skip to us pulling up to the store and add that we were actually the only car in the lot. Where the salesman parked, no idea. There was only one of him and literally no other cars in a quarter mile radius.
It took a while for us to decide.
We had to decide between the cheapest mattress they had and then the one slightly more expensive.
Let me illustrate how hard this decision was:
“Could you show me your least expensive mattress?”
“Yes… it’s right over here “, he said, slightly out of breath from the thought of a potential sale and also from running from his desk to a dark corner where he frantically tossed garbage off of a thin crappy looking mattress stuffed behind some sales props.
“Go ahead, lie down and see how it feels…. it’s, ummm, not the best”, he added, “It’s not what I’d like to sleep on. But go ahead. Lie down.”
I didn’t need to do that to know that it felt like a prison cot.
We opted for something else. I know my Mum appreciates the thought that went into making that tricky decision.
So M and V went outside to make a call and I went to pay.
With my Visa card and id on the far side of his desk and the sales screen open, Kevin proceeded to make the most painful small talk I have ever been a party to.
Here are a few topics he covered:
Farmers Markets and how they just ‘need a chance’, Puerto Ricans, his nagging dry cough, the drive he took with his wife last weekend, how he works Saturdays, why he likes fresh vegetables…
This whole conversation was actually directed at the front of the store and not at me. He just stared blankly ahead while he rambled and made no eye contact at all.
Wait until the sales forms are completed before handing over id/credit card.
Do not let your husband abandon you while you pay.
Make sure you bring your child who will serve as a handy distraction and allow you a quick and easy exit. And also prevent ‘chatting’.