Nothing to See Here…

A few weeks back, we bought a Dyson. 

You know - that vacuum with the British guy on the commercials?  Ever since we bought it, I’ve used every opportunity to say “I just think things should work properly.” (in my best British accent, no less.)

Tonight, I was running the vacuum and perhaps I vacuumed up a pizza or Hokey Pokey Elmo or a poodle or who knows what, but suddenly?  BIG grinding noise.  So I powered it off.

I learned well from my mom how to deal with such issues.  I’m a Rosie-the-Riveter type of woman and I just roll up my sleeves and get it done.

By ‘it’ I mean yelling for my husband, of course.  “Bill! I really just think things should work properly and they just aren’t!”

So he does the thing I could have done myself if I wanted to look Rosie straight in the eye and retain my dignity.  He cleans the thing out.  Off the roller bar, he peeled hair and string and pony-tail holders.  And a poodle.

But the grinding noise didn’t go away.

Next we went to the web site because while we DO think things should work properly, we really don’t want to have to speak to any people about these things.  We’re reclusive that way.  But the web site was no help - it advised us to call and speak with a rep. 

I made no eye contact with my husband and he was eventually compelled to use that TELEPHONE device all on his own (Rosie would have been proud!)

Over the next 15 minutes, I listened to him speaking with the rep to troubleshoot the problem (A CLUTCH?  My vacuum, much like my old car, has a clutch?)  At the end of the conversation, Bill thanked the rep and said “I really appreciate your help.  After all, around here we just think things should work properly.”

I about peed my pants.  I lost it completely.  Best laugh I’ve had in weeks.  My stoic, ever-serious, never-silly husband said that on the phone to the Dyson rep.  Can you believe it?  I must be rubbing off on him after all these years.

So anyway, the carpets are cleaned, the poodle has been rescued, and my husband now considers himself an EXPERT on Dyson repair and good comedic timing.

Life is good.