January 4, 2012 Luke and I Went Shopping

Luke had enough of the 192,000 mile sweeper. It was time to bite the bullet and buy a new vacuum. I figured when a man says that the current vacuum is a piece of shit, then it must be.

We went to dinner, of course. All good shopping trips begin with a meal, right? Then we tootled over to Sears to pick out a vacuum; so many choices, so few sales people. Under normal circumstances not having sales people hovering about is a good thing, but tonight, we could have used some help.

Luke stepped up and took control of the situation...perhaps he has a future in retail sales. If mechanical and nuclear engineering doesn't pan out, that is.

We compared labels, boxes, colors, name brands, prices, and decided on this little bit of magic.

The work "cyclone" in a name has got to mean something good, don't you think? I won't be able to use it without thinking of Dorothy telling Toto that they were up inside the cyclone. And this vacuum? This vacuum is MULTI cyclonic. Cyclonic? Wait a minute, cyclonic? Doesn't that have something to do with a rubber tube and some kind of enema fluid? Ewwww.....

Ahem. Moving on.

Then there's Ottis' Story. I don't know Ottis' story. I may never know it. I'm not sure why his story is on the box of my new sweeper.

If a cute dog can sell a vacuum, I'm going to sign Buddy up!

Oh, one last thing, there is an attachment for the sweeper hose to be used to clean up dog hair. The owner's manual clearly states you are not to use it on your dog.

Glad I read the manual from cover to cover or I might have made that mistake.