I have a new bed. That’s not new news, actually I got the bed January 11th of this year. I remember because it was two days after my cancer diagnosis. I realized that I was certainly going to need good sleep in the next year and my old mattress was sorrowfully old. In fact, I’m embarrassed to say that it even had a spring that had sprung out the bottom side. I had been putting off mattress shopping, hoping to save a little more so I could buy a good one like my old one had been twenty years ago.
So, on January 11th my mom accompanied me to go spend a boat load of money on a great mattress. I had already done research on which mattress would be best for me, so off we went to wrangle the best price we could from a Serta dealer. We spent almost an hour listening to the salesman talk about the Serta Mattress I wanted, he didn’t seem to get that we were sold, lol. I was sitting on a near sofa and next to me was a HUGE Counting Sheep. I made a comment that I assumed that I also got a big SHEEP when I purchased this expensive mattress, lol. The salesman dead panned me and said they had small ones to give away. I pinned him with my eyes and insisted that I was sure one came with the mattress, right?? RIGHT??? He laughed and said that I could certainly have a sheep too. YAY.
He went away to write out the agreement as mom perused the showroom and I waited on the sofa. Fifteen minutes later I sauntered across the showroom, figuring it must be time to sign on the dotted line. Yep, signed my life away, my visa groaned. The salesman then said thank you for shopping with him. Then there was this conversation,
Me: “Where’s my sheep?”
Him: “Oh, you really wanted one?”
Him: “Oh…. Uh, I don’t have one up here.”
Me: “But I want one. I mean, is there one in the back, like in a big sheep bucket?”
“Uhhh… ” He picked up the phone and asked if there was a sheep back there. A woman from the back room showed up but by then the sales guy was talking to people who were perusing the showroom. The woman looked at me and said, “he always ignores me. JOHN, HEADS UP!!” Then she threw my sheep with a great spiral throw directly at the salesman’s head. John handed me my sheep, he had a slight scowl on his face. I had to bite my tongue not to laugh out loud.
I mean, hey, I just plunked down more than $1500 dollars and I WANTED THAT FREAKING SHEEP! I think I deserved him. He was gonna be my cancer protection sheep. I know it’s kinda obvious but his name is FIVE. I mean, if you had your name tattooed on your ass it would behoove your new owner to buy a clue and call you that, right?? Right. ;o)
Anyway, here’s Five the counting sheep (Oh, he has a side job protecting me).
I’ll be joining Paint Party Friday, come on over and see all the other art, it’ll make you happy, promise. I need a coffee, painting my sheep made me tired. I guess staring at him really works. ;o)