Have mattress, will travel

Yesterday, as I'm running boxes down to the car for transport, a van pulled into the apartment building's driveway to turn around. It wasn't a transport-the-kids-to-soccer kind of van, it was the sort without windows that small businesses use. No identifying company name on it, just faded blue paint—and a mattress strapped to the roof.

Later, I was driving to the new place and a cover version of King of the Road by Rufus Wainwright and Teddy Thompson came on the radio. I was singing along in dissonant harmony, but I consistently (without meaning to) kept singing the lyric, "Sailors for sale or rent..."

"Hmm," I thought, "I must be thinking of the guys in the blue van."