It Just Quit

Brought to you by the letter Q.

I went away for a few days and gave Hubby and Princess (my daughter) the task of cleaning the house before I got home.  I came home to an 'almost' clean house.  The house was only partially vacuumed.  Princess gave me the blow-by-blow (along with cell phone pics) of what happened.


Background:  We've had this vacuum since Princess rode in a car seat.  Princess is 17 now.  We just replaced the belt because the vacuum quit at Christmas.  The vacuum is so old we (actually Hubby) had to scour the internet for a replacement. 


Princess (yelling upstairs): "Dad!  The vacuum quit working!"


Hubby (yelling downstairs): "What happened?"


Princess (still yelling): "Some random plastic thing fell off!"


Hubby (while walking downstairs): "What?"


Princess (still yelling because she didn't see Hubby come downstairs): "Some random plastic thing fell off!"


Hubby: "Stop yelling!  Where is it?"


Princess (with a huff): "Under the vacuum."


Hubby: "Why is it under the vacuum."


Princess (meekly): "Because I wanted to hide it."


Hubby: "Why are you hiding it."


Princess: "I was hoping the vacuum would keep working and I didn't want you to notice the random plastic thing."


Hubby: "Didn't you think the random plastic thing would get sucked into the vacuum?"


Princess (with a sly smile): "I was kinda sorta hoping it would."


Hubby: "Put the vacuum up on the cabinet."


Princess (whining): "But, it's too heavy."


Hubby (lifting the vacuum): "OK.  I'll do it."

Hubby: "Hmmm.  Wonder where that little plastic thing came from?  Get the screwdriver!"


Princess: "From where?"


Hubby: "Your Mom's tool kit.  Oh! Wait! I forgot we've taken all of Mom's tools and no one can find them to put them back.  Try the junk drawer."


Princess: "Found one."


Hubby: "Hold down the vacuum."


Princess: "What?"


Hubby: "Hold down the vacuum."


Princess: "Why?"


Hubby (with a raised voice): "Just stop asking questions and help me here."


Princess: "Alright. Alright. You don't have to get so touchy."

Hubby (after using the screwdriver): "I know what the random plastic thing was for."

Princess: "What?"


Hubby: "It held the beater bar to the rest of the vacuum.  I can't fix it."


Princess: "Does that mean it's dead?"


Hubby: "Yep."

Princess: "Mom may like that.  She wants a new vacuum anyway.  You know, it looks peaceful in death.  I think you should give it the last rites like they do on TV."


Hubby mumbles some random latin sounding words and lays the vacuum to rest in the garage.

Looks like I may finally get one of these. 

I think it might last longer before it just quits.

Lisa H.