My wife and I have just purchased a new box spring and mattress set. The one she had been sleeping on was so old, it was giving her major grief. We went to the store and tried out several brands and models. Eventually, we decided to splurge on a queen size to replace her double, knowing that the frame could expand to fit.
What I didn't count on was the bed being six inches longer as well. I had to take the frame apart the other way, and wound up snapping the bolts, they had been in so long and so tight. The guys who delivered the set were a little perplexed at the problem at first, until they realized the frame was, indeed, adjustable.
Funny... it didn't look so big in the store.
I don't know why it is that you never think to take a tape measure with you when buying these things. You just a assume that a bed is a bed, it should fit just fine.
Remember, ass-u-me.
It's the same whenever you buy clothes. The colour always looks spectacular in the fitting room. The cut always hides that extra two pounds you put on at the wedding you went to last month. You take the same outfit home, and suddenly that khaki colour is a pea green mud shade. What flattered your stomach and made you look like a cross between Stallone and Shwartzenager now makes you look like Fred Flintstone.
Remind me to never buy a car without taking it to different locations and lighting conditions.
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