Impulsively Reading Since...

Oh, the mattress. Honestly, there now have to be more people curious about my bed than write gen Sherlock fic. I am ridiculous in my whinging. :-) It is in now after I: gave up, cancelled my (second) order after they cancelled today's delivery, placed a new order, drove to the store, allowed (thanked profusely) a very nice young man (for doing his best to make sure I wouldn't end up wrestling a mattress in traffic) to lash the thing to the roof of my car, managed to drive home at the rate of 25 mph (just to be safe), and then wrestled the box spring and mattress inside.

Oh, I also had to (erm, see later comment * meta moment * but reading this first makes it funnier) climb into my car through the window because I had (very cleverly I thought) rolled down both my windows {instead of opening both my doors while parked in a normal mall-type parking space] while I waited for the box spring and the return of the young man who actually knew what he was doing. He then later flagged me down on my way out to explain he was sorry, we were both silly, and I wouldn't be able to open my car door - I let him off the hook and told him I'd manage somehow. I honestly could not justify making this poor guy undo all his work and then do it all over again. So I climbed in through the window. Fun - I'm totally one of the Duke boys. It wasn't actually that difficult. :-)

* Then, when I got home (without thinking about it at all) I just opened the door like I normally would, exited the car, and proceeded as normal. Upon typing up this summary I began thinking, 'Hey, wait a sec, how did I get out of the car with its doors lashed closed?' Well, now I think about it, my car doors have no upper frame. The windows simply go up into the rubbery bit. My doors work just fine when there is something roped to the roof through the open windows. Silly me x 2. I am rather glad I didn't have to climb out of the car through the window. That seems more difficult than getting in. :-)