I work in "Dreams", for those who dont know its a big bed's store, it can be a bit boring at times but sometimes some really weird and possibly cool things can happen, take yesterday for example, this woman came in with her boyfreind, they asked if it was ok to sit on the beds , of course it was, thats what they are there for after all!. They both laid back on it and within seconds it was a heap of scrap wood and ripped material and the couple were in the middle of the mess in shock. Before she could start screaming at me i dissappeared to the warehouse for a few minutes to sort out another order and let someone else deal with the angry couple. As it turns out it was due to the people who built it without instructions and didnt realise 8 bolts were missing from the corners which would normally have helped the legs in tight to the bed.

People have done some realy dumb things while testing beds, for example they let their kids jump on them and the kids end up on the floor. One woman came in, my guess was she was in her 20's, a student possibly?. She informed me that she would like a "silent night" double bed for around £500, no problem i said and showed her to a new one we had only sold one of since it was new in stock and display that very day. She noticed the sign "PLEASE DO NOT GET ON BEDS WITH SHOES", she politely obliged slipping off her heels before sitting and then lying back on the bed, she had nice feet, she was wearing sheer black tights which gave her legs an extra sexiness. Her left foot of the tights was badly snagged and ripped as if she had walked on the concrete outside shoeless. I thought to myself for a minute as she was talking to me, "it would be too bad if she had to walk without one of her shoes again and rip the other foot of the tights". As i carried on taking the details of her credit card and what payment plan she wished to use i walked around the bed while talking to her and kicked the shoe under the end of the bed. She didnt notice, neither did anyone else but as soon as i was finished writing she sat on the end of the bed and slipped on her right heel and looked around for the other, she pulled up her foot and decorative iron pattern at the end. she looked under the bed and she found it, i saw the sigh of relief on her face but then the one of despair when she lifted her foot from the rail at the end of the bed and watched a fine nylon thread from her tights rip the whole way from the snag at the toe all the way up the front and finish at her knee. She paused, shocked, She called me over and said looking at the long strand of nylon, WHAT DO YOU INTEND TO DO ABOUT THAT?! she "said" to me. Im sorry but theres nothing i can do its only your own fault, HOW? she replied, should i have had to have watched where i was placing my foot? i thought this was top of the range she carried on but i started to just say "yes im sorry" or "yes i understand". 10 minutes later she was still sat on the edge of the bed with one foot in its heel and the other on the bed with a long strand of nylon leading from it, i had had enough of things by now, i said to her we would pay £15 for new hosiery providing she still bought the bed. That calmed her down a bit but i still decided to call a freind who also worked on the staff, but in the stock control unit in the warehouse. I asked her not to rip the tights any more while i was gone and dont move "ill be right back", i went back into the warehouse and called down Rachel from her office, "come with me a second please rachel theres a woman causing trouble because her tights got ripped on one of the beds", "Well thats her own fault then isnt it?" she replied,"thats what i said but she wont listen", "ok, ill see what i can do" replied rachel, finally this might fix things, rachel went out onto the shop floor with me and i took her over to where the woman sitting on the bed was, still looking angry so i explained to rachel and stood back. Rachel spoke to her briefly and then came back to me, "she says she wants 10% off and the shop to replace her hosiery" she said. You keep a spare pair in your office dont you? i asked. "Yes" she said, but....they are a different colour, well ask her if she will accept them instead then, i replied to rachel. "Ok" but you have to give me money to buy myself replacements", "yes yes, ok" i replied. Off she headed in the now calmed down woman's direction, it wasnt long before she turned from a frown to a smile. Rachel came back to me and said that she aggrees to take them as a replacement to her own, i whispered to her "when you un-snag them from the bed try and rip them a bit more but make it seem an accident", "ok" she replied and again went back to the woman, she put her hand around the thread of nylon and yanked it away from the bed hard but also away from the woman's tights causing a run to carry on up under past the end of her skirt, "oops" sorry, rachel said. Dont worry replied the woman as she noticed a snag in rachels own tights, ill just rip that off quickly,which she did without any trouble. Rachel led her into the warehouse, up the stairs and into her office with me following behind, i entered the office with them both and asked the woman to put on her heels and stand up. She did and i said "well its not too bad, when your standing up i can only see a tiny run, your heels and trousers cover the worse damage". "Yes i know but its the fact that they are now ruined and i cant wear them again" she replied, "im very sorry but i didnt get your name?", "Kate" she told me, "ok" i said and wrote it on the invoice. "put your feet up so i can see the bottoms" asked rachel, kate did and rachel pulled off kate's shoes showing her nylon'ed soles full of snags and rips, "was all this damage and wear done by the snag on the bed?" asked rachel, "No, i drive without my heels because it is easier so quite often my tights will snag on the pedals" said kate, "ok we will replace the tights this instant, "kate" i said, kate went into her office and brought out a pair of new, un-worn skin-tone tights. "ok, i accept but everyone will notice because of my black heels and it will look like i am bare-foot. Well i have a "tight" schedule to keep and i dont have much time to waste so if you would kindly slip off your tights, and put the ones on that rachel has offered you. Ok replied kate, she slid them down to her ankles revealing 2 very sexy legs and then paused while she kicked off her heels and removed them completely, she then realised she had not taken the tights off Rachel but her own were too snagged to put back on, damn if they have tricked me into losing my tights ill be so mad! she thought. Rachel and i were waiting outside and kate had no option but to put her heels on barefoot and come out to get the tights from her. She then thought to herself, hey this isnt too bad maybe i could stay barefoot till i get home, she remembered how cold it was and came out to take the tights off rachel, snatched them from her hand and emerged from the office a minute later with her legs gripped very tightly by rachel's small tights. "i didnt think about the size" said kate, but they do the job and thats what matters she replied. "oh and kate", "yes?" she replied, look at the heel of your left foot, "no, there was not a run" she hoped, but there it was the biggest run you could imagine stretching all the way up her leg. Kate left after purchasing the bed and then Rachel called me into her office to speak about something. "would you be as kind as to remove my shoes for me, gently so you dont damage my hose" she said to me, i did so and then it was revealed that the run had spread across her entire foot, it wasnt too visible as she was wearing sheer nude tights but she asked if i would watch the door while she took them off, i walked over to the door and pretended to watch, but the minute she turned her head and started taking her tights off i couldnt keep myself from watching, she left them dangling on just barely covereing her toes and then asked me to pull them the final way of after she had put her shoes back on. i was cautious in case it was a trick but once her heels were on she took a-hold of each leg and wrapped it around my hands, she said then to pull hard away and i did, they were stuck tight but a firm jerk upwards pulled them off and they flew through the air towards her face as i let go, "thanks" she replied, "i should damage my tights more often" she said. It wasnt as good as watching a pair of nyloned feet walk around the shop floor and the warehouse but the next day she was back in her usual black, sheer sexy tights and this time flat shoes. .