Shopped for a new pillow today, which I always find vaguely embarrassing. Mattress stores, you’re expected to climb up and loll around, but when I’m being indecisive about pillows, I end up feeling rather silly standing in housewares fondling different firmnesses.
I do feel like I’m asserting some fundamental right, though. (Life, liberty, and fluffy pillows!) Back when I was a kid, the first time the sister and I got new mattresses and we were old enough to participate in choosing them, Dad joked that we were getting new mattresses because my mother didn’t get a new pillow as a child. Apparently, hers was terrible and uncomfortable and worn out, and my grandfather maintained it was perfectly good and wouldn’t get her a new one.
So one night she switched hers with his.
She didn’t remember the details, but come bedtime, there was a huge explosion, and the old cruddy one came boomeranging right back to her room. And she didn’t get a new one!
So now I exercise my right to have a new pillow whenever I want! (And probably past time too. I squish pillows in my sleep, so mine have a hard life…) But I could have gotten it at any time!
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