Well, that was a scene out of “I Love Lucy”. (It scares me to think that someone might not understand that reference.)
I have been slowly working at re-organizing my kitchen cabinets. When I cleared out my cabinet where I keep my baking stuff, there was a thick layer of dust. This mixture of deteriorated baking chips, flour, sugars, and spices posed a cleaning dilemma. No matter how careful I would be, wiping it out would surely cause a dust storm tumbling onto the cluttered countertop below causing yet another cleaning issue. Looking around, I spied the re-chargeable hand-vac in the corner. I haven’t used it in quite a while, not even sure if it still worked, but this seemed like a good time to try.
There was some debris in the collection chamber so I wanted to dump it out. Unfortunately, the release button wouldn’t budge and I couldn’t dumb the stuff out. “Oh, well,” I thought, “let’s just go for it anyway.” Patience is not more fortitude. When I am in a cleaning mood, don’t stop me, because it happens to infrequently.
I climbed onto the kitchen chair to reach the aforementioned messy cabinet. The chair put me at the perfect height to peer directly into the cupboard and I could easily reach without stretching. I directed the hand-vac through the doors feeling somewhat proud of myself for having this great idea. I am so clever! I pushed the “on” button, prepared for the magical moment of easy-cleaning.
Poof! Remember that un-emptied dirt collection bin? Well, the contents came spewing out of the machine vents straight into my face. I immediately turned it off, shocked. That didn’t really just happen, did it? So, of course, I had to try it again. DOH! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!!! Of course, I got another shower of dirt, dust, crumbs, and who knows what. So gross! I had images of movie archaeologists opening ancient Egyptian tombs, with a cloud of dust containing ancient diseases and curses.
I am so thankful I had my glasses on to provide some eye-protection. However, my face, hair, and navy velour sweat suit didn’t fair as well. The hand-vac immediately went into the trash. I found a small hand broom and finished the job.