“You know what I love? That your Dyson got a shout-out on your blog,” a friend teased me today.
Yes, it’s true. I love my vacuum cleaner. I already told my parents they can have it when I go to NYC. But I’m going to miss it. I’ve been vacuuming a lot lately – it’s just so satisfying to see that canister fill up with ickiness. I feel healthier just knowing I’m not inhaling whatever that is.
I’d been coveting the purple animal filter Dyson for a while, searching for deals online. Back then we had a hand-me-down vacuum. It sucked in its inability to suck nastiness from our carpet. I found a refurbished Dyson on Amazon, and went for it. I was not-so patiently waiting for Fed-Ex to deliver it. Then a snowstorm hit.
If you’ve been in Seattle during a snowstorm, you know the region shuts down. It gets silly. At the hint of snow, people rush to the grocery stores for candles and canned goods. We prepare to hunker down for days. That time was especially bad. The US Postal Service didn’t even deliver. I was inside with my canned food for a good week. We had electricity, but no new vacuum. I refused to use the no-suction one. I’d just let the floors get gross as hell for the Dyson to tackle.
Finally the snow melted, and some friends were coming up for dinner. Ugh, I thought. I’d better give the floors a quick vacuum with the old clunker. Just as I finished and put the vacuum away, a knock. Early friends? Nope! The Fed-Ex guy! I didn’t hug the man, but I gleefully ripped into the box and started vacuuming the living room. I stopped to move the sofa when boyfriend grabbed Dyson from me and finished the job. I stood in disbelief. I don’t think he’d ever taken a chore away from me before!
Even though we had just vacuumed, the Dyson’s canister was full. And our guests were coming, so we put it away. It’s been true love ever since. Do a good job on Mom & Dad’s carpets, Dyson. You’ll like it there. They have a dog.
I promise to visit you … err Mom & Dad.