We had to buy a new sommier (box spring) today because our old one was held up with books. Thank you Harry Potter for not letting our mattress fall to the ground. I’m still amazed at how cheaply-made beds are in France. Thin wood held together with staples, what a genius idea. That wood will never snap in the middle of the night and scare the bejeezus out of someone who was finally catching up on sleep.
Since we know absolutely no one with a truck or van, we had to find a store that delivers furniture for barely anything since a) we were only going to spend 100 € on the sommier, and b) we’re poor. Ikea and Conforama charged a bit too much for delivery, plus we’re too impatient to wait for things to be in stock, and Darty only sells appliances (but they do have free delivery!)
We settled on Carrefour because it was really our only option. We found a sommier we could afford, but of course, could not find a single worker to help us. After trips to the accueil and the mafia-looking security men at the entrance, we discovered that Carrefour doesn’t deliver anyway, but you can borrow one of their trucks and do the work yourself for free (up to one hour). They just need a copy of your driver’s license and a deposit check for 153 €.
So we filled out the paperwork to borrow the truck first and then went back in the store to try to buy the sommier. After a 5 minute chat with one of David’s friends (because there will always be someone you know at Carrefour on a Saturday morning), the worker who had disappeared for 25 minutes when we first arrived had magically reappeared. We paid for the sommier and mafia man escorted us outside, lighting his cigarette as soon as he stepped out of the door. I think we made his day by giving him a legitimate excuse to go outside and smoke. He even gave us extra time so we could stop by the déchetterie to drop off our broken sommier on the way back without going over the one hour limit.
The truck was parked at the other end of the parking lot. Logical, I know. First of all, it wasn’t really a truck, but the dirtiest minivan I had ever seen. Boxes and styrofoam and plastic wrap were all over the place, and there were what appeared to be holes punched into the interior wood walls. I can’t even describe it properly, so here’s a picture I snapped as soon as we took off:
We arrived home at noon, drug the new sommier upstairs, and were about to take the old sommier downstairs when we realized the stupid déchetterie is closed between noon and 2pm. Of course. 99% of places are closed between noon and two in France, including a freaking garbage/recycling center!!
So I set up the sommier, with the help of Canaille, while David took the “truck” back to Carrefour. Though Canaille really just wanted to eat the cardboard…
So now we’re left with an ugly broken sommier in the hallway. It will most likely stay there until the first Wednesday of March, when our town lets everyone put out their old furniture by the road so that the city will take it away to the déchetterie. We just missed February’s pick up date, which was 3 days ago. ::sigh::
I had just gotten my hallway back – we had our dishwasher sitting there for like 2 months because we had no way of transporting it to David’s parents’ garage. So we just moved it back into the loggia (small pantry-like room), where we can’t use it because there’s only one water hookup (for the washing machine), about 2 days ago. ::double sigh::
So I guess the moral of the story is to become friends with a Frenchie who owns a truck.