“If you consider the average person sweats about a pint each night,” he said, pausing to let his words sink in...
“... you sweat one liter a night, and all that stays in the bed...”...
And then, like Mr. Burney, Mr. Ashe began tearing into Tempur-Pedic. “Take Memory Foam,” he began. “It’s synthetic, it’s dense, it doesn’t breathe, it’s hot, you end up lying in a pool of your own perspiration.”
The sweat again. How much did Mr. Ashe reckon the average person dropped in a bed each night? Was it, and I quoted Ms. Schleenvoigt, a liter?
“That’s disgusting,” he said. “I’m not sleeping with you. I’d say a cup, max.”
It sounds like these characters are all trying to dissuade you from going with the Tempur-Pedic. But if you're oozing that much water, do you really want it all seeping into the mattress? I think an impervious mattress with a thick, washable cover would be better.
And what's with the mattress salesman guy joking about sleeping with the customer? That's creepy! The writer doesn't flag it as creepy, though, so I'm assuming the guy is extremely handsome. Wouldn't you have to be to sell $50,000 beds?