Crisis was narrowly (and I do mean narrowly) averted last night. I got a call on my way home, and the bed was being installed right then. Cue angel choirs singing and the heavens opening. But then, when I got home, we – heaven forbid – tried to move the damn bed. My husband had unplugged an extension cord that we needed and we just wanted to be able to use our alarm clock. So we moved the bed… just a few inches. It wasn’t that far, it shouldn’t be a big deal, right?
It was. Half of the support slats came out, because the freaking movers didn’t bother to screw them to the frame! And since they have a middle support that reaches the carpet, when you move the bed, the damn slats move willy nilly. We pulled the mattress and box springs to get a better look, and I got just a little huffy. I called the store and told them to send the guys back because the supports weren’t attached. Or to bring us some damn screws so we can do it ourselves. (okay, so I didn’t quite say it that way, but I really wanted to. trying to get this bed delivered has been a nightmare. i wonder if mir’s moving karma has started traveling the u.s. in search of victims.)
They finally came an hour later and fixed the thing, with the excuse that they don’t normally attach the supports so you can move the bed. Huh? We did that and the damn thing nearly fell apart! My husband just gave me a look that told me not to say anything. At that point, I just wanted this whole thing to be over. I’m still debating whether or not I’ll call and ask for a refund of the delivery charges, based on how many times I’ve had to call and get this straightened out.
