The vacuum is wounded. If not mortally, it is no longer able to function at its primary job of carpet suckage.
And thus all the world is ending in a terrible tidal wave of futility and despair.
I might be exaggerating.
But the bedroom floor is definitely looking worse than it did before I started vacuuming. So futility is on menu.
And despair is a close cousin when I attempt to wrestle with this damn vacuum. I thought I fixed the wound but it continues to be nearly useless at doing anything but redistributing the things it is attempting to suck up.
I am going to shoot it and be done with it.
Its not a great vacuum. Taking it to vacuum doctor will cost as much as a new vacuum of the same quality.
This is annoying for a lot of reasons. The first is that I have very little desire to spend my hard earned money on a vacuum. The second is that I will have to go to Walmart: House of Shame.
Mostly, I just don’t want to go to Walmart. Its big and overwhelming and I will likely get there and they won’t have the one I want and I will consider another version but will feel like I should just try another walmart and …
Sigh. Journey to Walmart: The Challenge is on the list now.