For at least a year now, I've wanted something very much. I really can't think of how my obsession came to be, but quickly, it escalated. From the first time I saw it, really, I knew I wanted one. But it wasn't until this past year that my want turned drastically into a "if I don't have that I think I might not ever be complete" moment.
As usual, all of my major stories turn out to be funny by those who I love oh so dearly. So, I figured I would explain a little about my desire to possess a wonderful new machine called the Dyson.
To preface my escapade, I'd like to tell you how awesome this machine is. In one swoop of my home, it needed to have the dustbin emptied. And the dustbin is easily removed and with one button, the bottom of the dustbin is released as to dump all of the contents into the trash can. This way, there's no need to turn it upside down...shake or anything. Also, it's not very noisey, there's no need to ever replace the filter and it's highly powerful. It even vacuums on hardwood floors; better than a broom. Now that you know some of the great features...on with the show.
Every time I would go to Target, Wal-mart or anywhere that sold these beautiful creatures, I would usually make my way around to the vacuum cleaners. I really wanted to see them. Although, I used the excuse that I was checking the price to see if they were ever on sale. Which, occasionally they were, but I just needed to see them. On one such a occassion, a group of friends-that's right, I said friends- were with me. We strolled to my usual area and glanced at the beauties. Ok, I gauked at the son of a guns 'for I couldn't help myself! And we found it, the lowest price the Dyson ever had been. I called everyone except the bank to get a loan. I wanted it but didn't have enough money at the time and I was quitting my job and needed to save my money. I even called my roommate to see if he'd loan me the money. It was a drug and I needed it. After several minutes of whinning, a few jumps and maybe even a tear or two...oh and this was from all of my friends laughing at me as I had a small hissy-fit in the middle of Super Target-I held my head in shame and walked away.
But alas, yesterday, it happened! My true and wonderful friends revealed after we left that night, the Dyson was purchased for me for Christmas! I received it last night as a present and have not stopped loving it since. It's a fine peice of machinery and I recommend it to all!
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