There are two things that I don't like to buy, but they are of periodic necessity. The primary reason that these items are such an annoying purchase is that they can cost a nice little chunk of money. I'm referring to [4] new tires and new mattresses.
In this great megatropolis, the king of urban sprawl - Los Angeles, for most of us, it takes roughly about two years to drive 40,000 miles, so the need for tires is more digestible, because a brother gotta roll. But mattresses, on the other hand...that's another story. How many mattress stores do you see in the hood? Think about it. You may see a mom and pop furniture store with a big sign out front offering mattresses as low $99. You know, the kind with the button tuck. It's not just rap that keeps you angry, its those uncomfortable mattresses that prevent you from having a restful sleep.
Many years ago there was a top brand mattress store in Inglewood on Manchester Boulevard, you remember that one in the curve, across from Von's, up the street from the Forum where Magic and Kareem use to make us happy. Yeah, that one. It was owned by a very nice couple who happened to be American black. Well, it was there all of about a year. Why? Because we refuse to spend a grand on mattresses. We want the biggest bed we can find, but dread to replace the mattresses.
Whatever happened to the good old days when you visited mama's house and you saw mattresses out on the curb. In shock and awe you ask, "Mama? Whose mattresses are those out on the curb?" "Oh those are my old one's baby," mama so graciously explained. "Those are for the junk man. Mama just bought some new mattresses. You know we had those since you was in 2nd grade. Me and your daddy got them at the White Front store that use to be over there on Avalon. We got your bike there too."
With the utmost of urgency you plead, "Mama, me and BeBe need some mattresses. Good thing I drove my truck." Bebe never told you, but she wants some new mattresses. Now, after five [more] years, BeBe begs you to get some NEW mattresses. Isn't she lovely?
The moral of this story is, brothers, buy your woman some NEW mattresses. From a reputable store. Take her with you to pick the right set - together. The night of the day of the delivery she will thank you in a mighty fine way. Oh, and don't forget to take the old mattresses back to mama's house for the junk man. He knows someone who needs them.