karma makes a house call
Well I promised you more adventures of Karma's BFF so here we go........
As karma would have it was I was hanging out in my room on a sunny summer day when my Princess phone rang.(In case you did not grow up in the 80's some kids had there own phone lines, due to the fact that cell phones had not been invented yet.) It was my BFF "Help." she says "I need you to come over right away as fast as you can." she says quickly. "Are you OK?" I ask "Well there seems to be a problem with an appliance and I need your help."
I hang up the phone jump into the karma mobile(more about it later) zoom over to BFF's house. Before I am even out of the karma mobile Bff is at the door , "Oh good you are here." she says frantically. "Where is the victim?" I ask. "Hurry this way to the living room." she says while walking quickly down the hall. I follow behind her where to my horror her mom's vacuum (a canister type/the kind that is long and skinny like a bullet with a big long hose/and a retracting type cord/that you pull around behind you as you vacuum, oh did I mention expensive.) laying In pieces on the floor like a crime scene victim. I stand there jaw open baffled by the mess I see before me " Gee whiz." I say " You could have given me a clue as to what you needed me for I would have brought tools."
"I did not want to alarm you." She states " I need you to help me figure out what is going on it just stopped working." BFF says. I like a seasoned mechanic get on the floor and Begin to inspect the vacuum I take it apart carefully like a member of the bomb squad hopping there is no Kaboom waiting to happen.
BFF stands beside me at ready to hand me any "tools" I may need. I look at the "rear/butt" end of the Vacuum everything seems to be in place , I check the front end nothing there. I plug it in with out the hose attached. The device roars to life make the usual vacuum type sounds. BFF says "My mom is going to kill me if we don't get this thing fixed soon." "By the way I ask where is your poodle?" I ask "You didn't try to vacuum him did you." "No smart ass." Bff says. "Well , just making sure." I say "Quick." I say "Hand me a flashlight and a coat hanger!" I grab the hose which is laid out on the floor like a second crime scene victim all it needs a chalk outline around it. I take the flashlight sweep it up and down the hose like a crime scene investigator then I shine the light inside the hose. "Aha." I say "I know what happened."
"I will take the coat hanger now." I say. I take the wire hanger and bend it out straight except for the very end which I bend in a hook I snake the hanger down into the hose where I see a black mass of something I hook it with my home made "tool" and bring it up slowly out pops a Huge wad of Kleenex . "What the heck is this?" I ask "Oh that." BFF says "I was vacuuming the floor and decided to just suck it up instead of picking it up, I really that the vacuum would suck it up."
"Ok , Ethel." I say. "Just remember don't vacuum up anything bigger then a dust bunny next time."
As karma would have it was I was hanging out in my room on a sunny summer day when my Princess phone rang.(In case you did not grow up in the 80's some kids had there own phone lines, due to the fact that cell phones had not been invented yet.) It was my BFF "Help." she says "I need you to come over right away as fast as you can." she says quickly. "Are you OK?" I ask "Well there seems to be a problem with an appliance and I need your help."
I hang up the phone jump into the karma mobile(more about it later) zoom over to BFF's house. Before I am even out of the karma mobile Bff is at the door , "Oh good you are here." she says frantically. "Where is the victim?" I ask. "Hurry this way to the living room." she says while walking quickly down the hall. I follow behind her where to my horror her mom's vacuum (a canister type/the kind that is long and skinny like a bullet with a big long hose/and a retracting type cord/that you pull around behind you as you vacuum, oh did I mention expensive.) laying In pieces on the floor like a crime scene victim. I stand there jaw open baffled by the mess I see before me " Gee whiz." I say " You could have given me a clue as to what you needed me for I would have brought tools."
"I did not want to alarm you." She states " I need you to help me figure out what is going on it just stopped working." BFF says. I like a seasoned mechanic get on the floor and Begin to inspect the vacuum I take it apart carefully like a member of the bomb squad hopping there is no Kaboom waiting to happen.
BFF stands beside me at ready to hand me any "tools" I may need. I look at the "rear/butt" end of the Vacuum everything seems to be in place , I check the front end nothing there. I plug it in with out the hose attached. The device roars to life make the usual vacuum type sounds. BFF says "My mom is going to kill me if we don't get this thing fixed soon." "By the way I ask where is your poodle?" I ask "You didn't try to vacuum him did you." "No smart ass." Bff says. "Well , just making sure." I say "Quick." I say "Hand me a flashlight and a coat hanger!" I grab the hose which is laid out on the floor like a second crime scene victim all it needs a chalk outline around it. I take the flashlight sweep it up and down the hose like a crime scene investigator then I shine the light inside the hose. "Aha." I say "I know what happened."
"I will take the coat hanger now." I say. I take the wire hanger and bend it out straight except for the very end which I bend in a hook I snake the hanger down into the hose where I see a black mass of something I hook it with my home made "tool" and bring it up slowly out pops a Huge wad of Kleenex . "What the heck is this?" I ask "Oh that." BFF says "I was vacuuming the floor and decided to just suck it up instead of picking it up, I really that the vacuum would suck it up."
"Ok , Ethel." I say. "Just remember don't vacuum up anything bigger then a dust bunny next time."
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