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One of Glenn Campbell’s favourite stories to tell his kids is that he was old enough to watch the moon-landing at the pub.
Impressive, his kids thought.
But on the bed that lies dormant within the happy-go-lucky sexagenarian’s spare room is something that he’s struggling to wrap his experienced head around.
“There’s a whole queen mattress in that box?” he asked his eldest daughter, Millie.
The box looked long enough – but rolling up a mattress like that – Glenn thought it was reckless at best and impossible at worst.
“You don’t need to walk into a department store anymore like Snooze or Harvey Norman and get held upside down while they shake a month’s salary out of your pockets. You can get just them online from Koala and they come in a box like the same day,” said Millie.
“Look, I’ll show you.”
Pushing her father aside, Millie pulled the box apart and carefully cut the plastic wrap open.
She might as well as cut the plastic wrap covering Glenn’s mind open to because he watched in awe while an entire queen size mattress slowly grew in front of him.
“Well,” Glenn sighed.
“I’ll be fucked. This world has gone and got itself in a big damn hurry.”
With that, Glenn sipped his now cold instant coffee and went back to the kitchen.
More to come.
