Mattress Nightmare

I spent this entire weekend, including the holiday, moving into my new dank but charming apartment in downtown Charleston. I must admit, even though I am a self proclaimed "minimalist" and own next to nothing, this move was still no walk in the park. In addition to my two boxes of kitchen and bathroom items, I had to move my queen-sized mattress and box spring, which ultimately proved to be too large of a task for my dad's cute little Ford Ranger pick up truck. As I'm driving down the interstate, this lady pulls up next to me and starts maniacally waving her hands and pointing her finger in the direction behind us. I didn't even have to translate her hysterical facial expressions and lip movements to know what she was trying to tell me. The mattress had flown off the back of the truck. I should also mention that it was pouring down raining at the time.

All kinds of worst case scenarios were going through my head. I imagined the mattress had flown into the interstate landing onto the windshield of an SUV carry small to medium sized children, causing it to swerve off the road and burst into flames. Fortunately for the other motorist and unfortunately for me, the mattress had blown off the truck and settled neatly into a pool of water on the side of the interstate. There were no flames, no wreckage, and most importantly no burning children. And the mattress was wrapped in plastic so it was able to stay dry. I ended up getting the mattress safely back to my apartment and everything worked out great! I'll be throwing a housewarming party soon and everyone is invited. I'm registered at Bed Bath and Beyond. Just kidding.