Truth is, if you pass a bed along to someone else, you also pass along all the dust mites, pet hair and tons of skin cells along with it, even though I always use a mattress cover. Nice thought, right? This isn't a picture of my mattress and box springs ..... mine was blue. Posturpedic blue and in excellent condition, since rarely did anyone ever sleep on it.
That's why, in my effort to downsize, I decided to donate THE BED to LOVE Inc (Love in the Name of Christ), who work to provide things for people in need. The flip side is good .... I get a rather large tax deduction instead of hauling it to the dump where it will take fifty years to disintegrate.
When LOVE Inc gave me the delivery address, I hesitated not once, but twice. It's in a bad part of town ... no surprise. I requested an early morning delivery time because I suspected any bad guys would be sound asleep. I was right!!
After pounding on the apartment door for five minutes, someone finally opened it ... someone who weighed in at probably 450 pounds and was having a hard time getting up off the floor. When I asked for Sandra, who knew the bed was to arrive at this time, they said she too was asleep. Well get her up please, THE BED is here.
I untied all my knots that thankfully held THE BED tight to the truck bed and waited as Sandra finally filled the door frame. I tried not to judge ... really I did, but I don't think this bed will support these people. No matter ... we began unloading, as she instructed them to lean it up against the apartment building .... OUTSIDE. Outside??
A fourth individual who had no family resemblance whatsoever, came to the door and said I was their new BEST friend. I felt a little better until he asked Sandra what she was going to do with THAT?? It will NEVER fit in here! She told him to hush up, in language I won't repeat. At this point, even if I DID have second thoughts about THE BED, there was no way I was going to try and get it loaded back on my truck. My life is worth more to me.
As I drove away, I had the distinct feeling that the bed would never make it into the tiny apartment. In fact, I'm almost positive it will simply garner them a few bucks when sold to someone else. I'm not happy about that at all because 1) it's a really nice bed in great condition and 2) I'm trying to do a nice thing here, to no avail. I tried to look on the bright side ... maybe someone in need will eventually get to sleep on the THE BED. I waved goodbye in the rear view mirror as they all went inside and shut the door, leaving THE BED propped up against the outside wall.
Monday, I'll report my delivery and request my donation letter. Guests are finally allowed to use the bathroom.