
Originally Posted by
Steven43
Oh boy, the mattress salesman story. Not a proud moment in my life. But I’ve told several bizarre stories about myself on here, so what’s one more?
I was a sophomore at the University of Texas, the school year was almost over, and I was planning to move out of the dorms and into an apartment for the summer. Thus, I needed a bed. I asked my roommate, Tim — a smart, kind of odd, sports-obsessed guy (like me) from Grand Rapids, Michigan, who would lift weights for hours, cook Spam outside on a grill, and who would sometimes eat an entire bag of Pecan Sandies in one day — if he had any suggestions for where I could buy a bed. Tim explained that you buy the bed and mattress separately. I was like “Oh great, so now I’ve got to go to two separate stores. Nice.”
Anyway, it was the middle of the afternoon and classes were done for the day. My GF had recently seen a mattress store in South Austin and so we decided to head over there straightaway. We walked into the store and saw a roughly 6’2” overweight guy working on a project of some sort. I told him we were here to buy a mattress and he told us to look around and if we had any questions just let him know. Remember, this was just before the World Wide Web had been initiated, so you kinda just had to guess on stuff back then. We didn’t have cell phones and there was no way to look up information about products.
I soon started peppering the guy with questions about various aspects of two particular mattresses: “Why does this one cost $150 more? What makes this mattress feel more dense than the other? How well does the cushiony top on this mattress hold up over time?” Etc. etc. etc. After about 5 or 6 questions the guy started to show a bit of annoyance and said “Well, you need to make a decision. I’m going to be closing soon.” I said, “Closing soon? It’s only 4:30.” And he said “I’m closing early today.” I said, “Well, I’m still undecided. I need more time.” He said “That won’t be necessary because I’m not going to sell you a mattress today.” I said “What do you mean? I have money and I came here to purchase a mattress.” He said “Sorry, but we’re now closed. You’ll have to come back another day.” I just stood there staring at him for several seconds and then finally said “Man, what’s your problem?” My GF then started tugging on my sleeve and said “Steve, let’s just go.” And I said “No, we’re not going anywhere until I get a mattress.” Then the guy got right up in my face and said “Get the hell out of my store.” I said “You’d better back up right now.” We stared at each other just inches apart and he said “I’ve been in the mattress business for twenty years and I can sell or not sell to whoever I want.” And I said “Judging by how hard you’re breathing I don’t think you’re gonna be in the business much longer.” The guy then shoved me HARD while saying “I told you to get the hell out!” I stumbled backwards and almost fell and said “You just made a big mistake” as I regained my footing and swung a right hand at his jaw. The punch connected and he staggered and then went down on one knee. My GF shouted “Steve, STOP!” The salesman then said “I’m calling the cops!”, and he grabbed the phone. At that moment it dawned on me that this was not a good scenario AT ALL and I just said “Let’s go”, and we walked briskly out of the store without looking back and never returned.
The next day I found another mattress store and bought a mattress from them. And the rest is history. I felt bad about the mocking remark concerning his health (and still do) and also about the punch. I thought about going back to apologize the next day, but then came to my senses and realized that I might be arrested were I to venture back into that store.
I’m sorry about the long story, but I didn’t know how else to tell it without giving sufficient detail.