The sister and I took a bed frame to Goodwill. A 'captain's bed' to be exact: essentially a nicely put together wooden box, with drawers underneath and a lip for a twin mattress. Quite popular for the kiddies for a while.
A small crew of Goodwill dudes met us at the furniture drop-off.
Furniture dude 1 looks it over: "What is it?"
Me: "A bed"
FD1: "Hold on". He goes inside.
While we wait in the rain, Furniture dude 2 wanders over.
FD2: "What is it?"
Me: "A bed"
FD2: "Did you load this yourselves?"
We said yes, we had.
FD2: "No way!". He is very smiley.
Yes, yes we really had.
FD2: "I don't believe you". He needs to stop smiling.
Furniture dude 1 returns with an old white dude with glasses. The glasses mean he is a supervisor. Also the whiteness and the oldness.
Old white dude: "What is it?"
Me: "A bed. A captain's bed. It has drawers, see?"
OWD peers at the bed from several angles. He steps up on the running board to get a real good look at it. "Is it a bed?", he asks.
Me: "It's a bed".
OWD: "Are these drawers?"
Me: "Yes. It's a bed with drawers underneath".
OWD beckons a furniture dude up for a look. "See, it's a bed", he tells him.
The sister and I look at each other. It's still raining.
OWD climbs down and goes inside. He returns with a young white guy, a supervisor's supervisor. Young white guy strides over and exclaims "It's a captain's bed!".
All the dudes nod. Ah, a bed.
Young white guy says "I had one of these when I was a kid! Let's get this out of the rain".
The sister and I untie the bed and they take it inside.
We get in the truck and drive home, marveling at our new superpower: the ability to talk at a pitch outside the range of the human male's hearing. Like a dog whistle, only for dudes. Lots of women have this gift, we're pretty sure.
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