It's the ongoing saga of the mattress. For those of you just tuning in, I bought a new mattress as a Christmas present for myself. Today, when I signed for it, the owner of the shop asked how I liked it.
"Very Comfortable," I said. "I'm quite happy with it."
"And your husband? What does he think?" asked the owner.
I snapped. I'm sick of those questions, those assumptions, and this poor mobster wannabe caught the brunt of it.
I believe what I said was something to the effect of : "I don't have one, but I'm sure, when I eventually do, he'll enjoy it as well!"
The dude looked a little stung, but started trying to joke it off.
Fast forward a few hours....my cell rings. It's the owner asking if he could take me out to lunch to apologize for his assumptions. Wow! I guess the customer IS always right.
Will I go? Who knows. I let him off the hook on the phone, but maybe I'll go anyway. Ease back into social discourse and what not.
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