Tempurpedic

Selling mattresses seems like a routinary job and I never thought someone can make an interesting story out of this. Errine Dobson, a writer from Manhattan, comes up with this short piece on a day in the life of a mattress salesman.

I’ll take excerpts from her entry:

Then she looked at the salesman with a relief that was so audible and bright, the miles of padding and ticking inside all the mattresses in the showroom couldn’t silence it. And for one moment it was there—so clear in the air he could smell it, and if they hadn’t been in a goddamned mattress store with lighting that made everything ugly except her, he would have tried something. But this made him ashamed, and she must have sensed this for she turned away, and then he knew it had become impossible. She would only become horrified at his furniture, his parents, his alimony payments, his failure to know where her favorite island was—and all she wanted was a new mattress.

Read the complete story at Pindeldyboz.