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So, today, my wife decides she needs to go look at new beds. We have been discussing the possibility of a new bed for a while, but she has impending knee surgery in October. Normally, she almost always sleeps on the floor because of a back injury incurred the in military, and she will need a VERY firm bed to help her be able to sleep after surgery, when she will not be able to get down on the floor.

So, we head out to the local mattress store (Okay, I’ll plug it, Denver Mattress Company). We have breakfast first, and get there right at opening. I think, great, they are going to pounce on us like mice on peanut butter. If there’s one thing I HATE, it’s pushy salesfolk. But, we take the plunge and walk in anyway. As expected, we are immediately greeted by a young, fresh faced salesman, can he help us. I cut right to the chase and tell him we need to see the firmest mattress he has. Immediately, he points to a particular brand, and also says that the floor model is on sale, if we’d like to go with that. We thank him. He hangs right there with us.

Then we have “the dilemma”. Obviously, we are looking at this bed to buy. Together. For both of us to sleep in. Together. So, we proceed to lie down and roll around on the bed. Together. We jump and bounce and ask each other if we can feel the motion. No, and no, the matress is, indeed, very firm. My wife is happy because it does not “scrunch” down at the edge when she sits with her feet on the floor. She believes she can sleep on this post-surgery. During all this, our young salesman has not made any snide comments, nor indicated in any way that seeing two middle aged women roll around together on a bed is anything that he does not see every day.

But, that’s only the beginning. For the last several years, she has been wanting a captain’s bed with underdrawers and NO headboard or footboard. Bascially, just a platform on which to set a (very firm) mattress and drawers underneath so she can get rid of a dresser that’s taking up too much room in the 2nd bedroom. So, we ask our salesman. He tells us that we need to go to the store connected to the mattress store, the store that sells FURNITURE to support the mattresses that he sells.

Okay. So, we all troop over there and get handed off to another young, freshfaced man. He starts in his spiel, and again, we just cut him short. Platform bed, headboard and footboard not needed, drawers underneath, no box springs. Does he have anything like that? As a matter of fact, he does. He leads us to it. VERY nice set, good construction, big drawers, lifetime guarantee, etc. Again, we talk about OUR bed, do you think WE would have enough room, etc., etc. And, again, no adverse reaction, even a couple of questions about how OUR room is set up, etc. We ask if he can add up the total cost, even though we know that we have to buy the bed from him and the mattress from the other guy. He says he’ll be happy to. And do they set up the bed, etc.? Yes, they do, delivery, set up, and take away of the old mattress is all one fee.

So, we sit down with him, and he figures it all out, and even finds a way to give us a small discount. My wife is thrilled. She buys the bed, we get a delivery date set up, and we head next door to get the mattress. Salesman 1 is just as prompt. Gets everything added up, she pays, and we confirm that mattress is in stock, and will be delivered along with the bed on the appointed date. We shake hands all the way around, we leave happy, they stay happy, having received a good amount of money.

What’s so special? Well, it was all so fucking NORMAL. Like, nobody CARED. Now, I know you could say, well, it’s all fine because we were spending money, and so they had to be nice. But you all know when there’s that “disapproval” factor going on. The kind of vibe where, no matter how much money you have, someone is getting prunefaced for having to sell anything to a gay person, let alone two lesbians who are openly talking about buying a new bed to sleep in together. There was none of that. These guys were happy to see us, happy to sell to us, and it was pretty obvious that they didn’t give a HOOT about what we were gonna do in that bed, as long as we paid for it.

I don’t know about you, but for my little town in Colorado, I call that progress.

Not so grumpy tonight,

Grumpy Granny