She's even more impulsive than Amber. No way in hell any store is going to take a mattress back right now. She hasn't considered that even the 'best' new mattress takes a few nights to get used to. A queen sized bed is wide enough to hold her; I think it's just some sort of weird flex on her part.
Her old mattress, from what I understand, was also a queen, and she wasn't too big for that one. But maybe a queen is too small to accommodate both her and some imaginary dude who will want to spend the night with her. We're in a New Life, New Chantal phase, after all, with all the fantasy that implies.
I'm not surprised the new mattress is uncomfortable. The old one was broken down in a way that conformed to her body, while the new one is not. The old one had a big, Chantal-shaped wallow in it because you know she never turned it, and the springs were shot from her massive weight.
So she's got a new, firm mattress that she hasn't wrecked yet, which means it doesn't have as much give, and doesn't conform to her grossly distorted body. Lying upon it puts painful pressure on certain spots, and forces her to lie in a position she's not used to, so of course it's uncomfortable--and it won't start to be comfortable until it's had a chance to start breaking down and molding itself to her body, but Chantal is too stupid and impatient to deal with it.
She could have just had her old mattress moved into the new place, right? But when even Chantal admits it was too embarrassing to bring it because of all the "spills," you know it was a biohazard. How many times did she leak pee onto it, or spill food or drinks, or have period leakage? How much deathpig sweat has that thing absorbed over the years? How much fluid from her ruptured surgical site did that mattress absorb? Were there times when she was too lazy to put a clean sheet on it, and slept on the bare mattress? Can you imagine how horrifically filthy it is, and how bad it
smells?
Malan will probably drag Chantal's old mattress out to the dumpsters in the dead of night, out of dread that anybody might see him and assume it was his. Chantal will get a new king-size mattress, which she should just go ahead and set up in the dining area because that's where it will end up, eventually; I can see the grease and sweat stain in a band along the wall already. And the new-new mattress will still be uncomfortable as hell, but this time she'll just have to live with (and die on) it.
Dark times? P’shaw! I, for one, look forward to Chantal and Low-T Rain Man having many fruitful dating experiences in this upcoming chapter of their lives. Peetz will bring home his share of mousy, autistic Comic Con wenches, while Chantal victimizes a steady stream of desperate green card seekers and low self-esteem, sex-starved morons with her fatfishing antics. It will be fun to watch.
LOL, neither of them is going to bring anybody else home; there will be no "fruitful dating experiences." If James' deeply-entrenched celibacy wasn't already obvious, deliberately choosing a twin-sized bed should have made it so. And he can't bring nerd girls home because he doesn't drive, and because the sex disparity in geek culture means that even the mousiest and most autistic nerd girl can do far better than him.
As for Chantal, she met Malan at a club, but that was at least 150lbs ago, when she was still somewhat functional as an adult human, or at least making an effort to be. She's deteriorated so badly in the eight years since--both physically and mentally--that any immigrant desperate enough to hitch himself to her would be such an obvious loser she'd probably reject him.
You think she gives good head? That's a fat chick cliche, right? I'd be afraid she'd eat my dick tbh.
The real question is, "Would you have to bring your own dipping sauces to get a beej from her, or would she provide them?"
