Sheep

We have been shopping for a new mattress, which is a brand new experience for me.  (The X and I slept on a waterbed back in the day.)  So Wonderful Guy and I have been laying on beds together in public trying to get a feel for the individually wrapped coils, the number of coils, whether they are made of tempered steel or not, whether there is foam involved, and whether that foam is memory foam or regular foam or forgetful foam…

And also the price. And the cost of delivery.  And the return policy if I choose poorly.

But what really helped me decide? (Oh not really….) (But maybe kinda sorta....)

I mentioned, as we were sitting on a Sealy, 'is this the one that advertises with the little sheep?'

'No, no,' said the sales guy, 'that is Serta.'

'Too bad,' says I.  'I love those little sheep.  You know, I think if I could get my hands on one of those little guys…'

Says the sales guy…'You know, I think we have some around here…'

And guess what I went home with?  No, not a mattress.  Not at that point, because we were still discussing pros and cons and coils and price (see above…), but I did get this little guy!

We ended up purchasing from this vendor for all the right reasons, and incidentally?  Didn’t get a Serta.  Really didn’t even look at them through the whole shopping ordeal.  Guess the power of advertising only goes so far!

Still, I really love my little sheep.