Being of a philosophical bent, I have noted that most people have at least one small occurrence in their life that bugs them. Looking at it rationally, it is really a minor issue in most cases. In my case, it is bed pillows. The Blonde in the house swears that I have gone through more bed pillows than any ten people.
I am not certain about that last statement, but I will admit that my search for perfection in bed pillows seems never ending. I consider it the manufacturer’s fault. Most pillows are too hard. They start out somewhat soft, but after a few nights they turn hard. This includes specialized pillows, like the ones tough chiropractors often recommend. The latter are little bitty things with a place to rest your head in the center.
First of all they are not big enough, and the part under your neck becomes hard. We have several of those among my collection. The last pillow I purchased was in a department store. It had a big sign that guaranteed that “the pillow was not only great to sleep on, but it was made out of material that would keep you cool while you slept.” Naturally, I had to buy one.
Just as naturally, it did not keep me cool. It also turned hard which I blame not solely on the pillow manufacturer, but also on the idiots who make the pillowcases. This pillow was big and thick. Now while they have king size pillow covers, the fact is that while they are longer than a normal pillowcase, they are no wider. This means that a big pillow is stuffed into something too small with the result that it cannot spread out and perhaps retain some softness.
At the moment, I am back to one of my earlier pillows. It is purportedly the same as they use in fancy hotels. I should have known better as most hotel pillows are not that great, but it may be that I do not frequent the fancy hotels. It was that line of reasoning that led me to purchase one. Right now, it is better than the non-cooling one mentioned above. It at least fits in a pillowcase fairly well.
At least my “minor” occurrence is less expensive than a friend’s. His phobia is that he can’t avoid buying new cars. For example, the other day he took his vehicle in for an oil change etc., at around 20,000 miles. They did the work, and he then decided that they were charging too much, so he traded it in for a new car. That will certainly teach that dealer to keep his prices reasonable!
Several of his friends and I have tried to work with him on this matter. We had elicited a promise that he would not trade in a car unless it had over 40,000 miles (best we could do) on it. However, we did not take into account expensive oil changes. In addition, a friend who lived in his neighborhood and kept an eye on him, recently moved an hour or more away and was not able to keep close tabs on him like he use to. He did try to sneak it by us as his new car is the same model and color as his old one. The only bright spot is that he asked me for a pillow recommendation so he could take naps in the car while his wife drives.
Boy, do I have a bargain for him!
Barry Evans is a Villager.
