It was time to buy my little boy a new bed. This one was going to be a full size bed and NO, a single bed isn’t ‘just’ a single bed. You can buy short single beds for when they advance from the cot.
So the new bed arrived and all was well. On the same day, after advertising his old bed, I had a phone call from someone who wanted to buy it. This was the conversation “Is the bed still for sale?”
“I see that it’s up for £35….will you take £25
“It’s your lucky day…..go on then…”
“Thanks. I don’t have a car, any chance you can deliver?”
I was feeling generous that day so said “Go on then……”
He gave me the address, which was 7 miles away from where I lived, so I immediately loaded the car and was on my way.
After driving around a one way system 3 times, I eventually found the house and as always (you’ve experienced this I’m sure) the house I was looking for had no number and didn’t follow the sequence of numbers in the rest of the street.
I stood at the top of the steps, they were steep and as I knocked the front door I could hear lots of shouting, which didn’t stop, even when the door opened. I wasn’t sure whether to laugh because the man would face me and say something, and then turned facing up the stairs and carried on shouting at his wife.
“I’ve come to drop the bed off for you….it’s in the car….”
The shouting was still going on “Yes thanks, just leave it by the door, I’ll get some money for you” he turned again and walked off, still shouting.
Piece by piece I carried the single bed on my own down the steepest set of steps known to man and left it by the front door, with no one to be seen.
Miraculously, as the last piece of the bed arrived at the door (and for the record was the nuts and bolts…in a bag….all labelled up) he emerged…. still shouting. Now remember the bed was £35 but he knocked me down to £25 and……let’s not forget that I delivered it to his house and carried down the steepest steps I’ve ever seen. In fact it was exactly like walking down the side of Mount Everest with a bed on my back.
Again may I remind you that the single bed was now £25, but in his hand were three £10 notes….yes that’s £30. I then think to myself that maybe he’s giving me the extra £5 for the delivery and bringing the bed down to the front door….BUT NO! He looked at me in the eye….and with no hesitation said “Sorry I’ve got no change….do you have £5 on you?”
Now usually I’m on the ball and I’m happy to be like a bull in a china shop and say what’s on my mind…… but that day I thought ‘let’s give this guy a break…he’s clearly having a bad day’, so I said nothing and gave him the £5 change, and drove home thinking to myself that I wouldn’t want to carry a large fridge freezer down those steps.
As ever on the Easy Blend I’m listening to some great music, today it’s Dixie Chicks – The Long Way Around
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Stay warm and fuzzy……..