All the Single Ladies

What do you do when you buy an IKEA bed, but then you break the wooden slates? You go shopping for a boxspring.


I want to clarify that the slates weren't broken due to any type of activity other than me standing on my bed trying to hang a picture on the wall. I wish it was more exciting and less depressing. It wasn't.


I hit the town of Moncton with a strong sense of purpose: Spend as little cash as possible and get a boxspring delivered to my apartment as soon as possible! One more sleepless night and this accountant might snap and start mixing up her debits and credits!


First stop was Leon's.. where all the old, overly aggressive sales people go to die.. I mean deliver delightful customer service..  - can you tell I didn't buy there??


Leon's was a bust. I was aiming for cheap.. wrong place. I headed across the street to a random independently owned mattress shop. I was quoted a price of $210 including delivery... The charming salesman offered to round down to $200 because:

Two hundred is a much easier number to work with than $210.

I am choosing to believe it is because I looked way to fierce in my classic black pants and black top combo..


I passed on that offer to. I realized at that point I needed to get a bit more ghetto. I headed for the wonderland that is Surplus Freight.


This is the place to go for a deal in Moncton. I was quoted a price of $118.. plus delivery was $50. The kind man at the counter said it was FREE to tie the boxspring to the roof..


Like a typical accountant I said YES to the free option! Let's do this up!!


Before I knew what was happening I was pulling my little Yaris to the back of the store and letting a queen size monster be tied to the roof.


I truly believe I was lured into a false sense of security/confidence when the guy expertly tying this monster down kept calling me "dear".. he was like a kind grandfather who would never lead you astray. 
If someone calls you dear you believe you can do anything!


An important thing to note is that when he was tying it down he mumbled: 

Too loose and the box spring will go flying. Too tight and the string will snap and it goes flying. Lucky for you, dear, I'm an expert. 

What was I thinking. Fast forward to me driving down main street Moncton at 6pm on a weekday, with a bit of wind, in a tiny car, with a huge box spring. 


It was the most nerve wracking 15 minutes of my week.. the entire time I was gripping the steering wheel I couldn't help but think of the wise mantra of the one and only Beyonce Knowles. 

All the single ladies, All the single ladies.. Now put your hands up!

I guess when you don't have a man in your life to help with this stuff (holla! Sterotypes & Gender Roles) and love the feeling of an extra $50 in your pocket you throw caution to the wind and tackle things yourself!


Next time I'll share the tale of my first date thanks to Plenty of Fish... It will also explain why I am afraid to leave the house.. 


* Moncton Girl