Thankful to be going Steady with a Vacuum uncommon ambience
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Vacuum Ambience (unmoving) — On this day of thanks, I must shout out the steady vacuum. Not the all over the damn place vacuum.
I'm not shouting out the handheld vacs that saved my ass tackling a messy military school dorm room (https://thereelray.com/2022/02/13/military-school-dumb-diy/).
Or the plethora of vacuums that make up the one not-boring section of bed bath and beyond — where my wife drags me to sniff candles and ogle vegetable-specific dicers.
And not even the vacuum that saved my life — pushing me clear from an oncoming station wagon barrelling through our stickball game. RIP Hoover...
No. I am shouting out a vacuum cleaner that is turned on and then abandoned.
My story... and the manically loquacious always have one amirite — is of a cleaning individual that left a vacuum roaring outside my office in 2019. I had hit a wall. I was burnt out and trying to slog through a time-sensitive project.
The cleaning dude ran out to take a call or smoke a cigarette, and that aged Oreck high-capacity had an august wail that I leaned against. My work trauma disappeared — I was back in business.
Until the dude returned and shut it off, ripping me from the Oreck's ear-splitting embrace.
Happy holidays.
Vacuum Ambience (unmoving) — On this day of thanks, I must shout out the steady vacuum. Not the all over the damn place vacuum.
I'm not shouting out the handheld vacs that saved my ass tackling a messy military school dorm room (https://thereelray.com/2022/02/13/military-school-dumb-diy/).
Or the plethora of vacuums that make up the one not-boring section of bed bath and beyond — where my wife drags me to sniff candles and ogle vegetable-specific dicers.
And not even the vacuum that saved my life — pushing me clear from an oncoming station wagon barrelling through our stickball game. RIP Hoover...
No. I am shouting out a vacuum cleaner that is turned on and then abandoned.
My story... and the manically loquacious always have one amirite — is of a cleaning individual that left a vacuum roaring outside my office in 2019. I had hit a wall. I was burnt out and trying to slog through a time-sensitive project.
The cleaning dude ran out to take a call or smoke a cigarette, and that aged Oreck high-capacity had an august wail that I leaned against. My work trauma disappeared — I was back in business.
Until the dude returned and shut it off, ripping me from the Oreck's ear-splitting embrace.
Happy holidays.