In 1998, I bought a mattress. I was moving off campus and into a house with the Trinity girls, and I had a bed frame, but nothing to put on it. Catherine and I tested out a bunch of mattresses (since she was helping transport it in her mother's van, by rights she got to jump on them too), and I paid a whopping $250 for a mattress and box spring set at a sketchy wholesale place just over the D.C. line in Prince Georges County, Maryland.
It's now nine years later, and I've moved six times since that purchase. A couple of the springs have popped recently. The wood frame of the box spring is starting to come apart in places, courtesy of the very damp San Francisco winters. And the mattress creaks when I sit on it. And I haven't been truly comfortable sleeping on it in about three years. It was beyond time to buy a new mattress.
So today, I comparison shopped along Geary for about an hour (because three or four mattress places are on the same three block stretch), and ended up choosing the first mattress I sat on. It's firm, comfortable, noiseless, and was on sale. What more could I ask for? It's being delivered on Saturday, and I might just have to celebrate. Pajama party, anyone?
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