On Thursday I had a shocking experience at work with a vacuum that is older than I am. It looks similar to this…
…except much older and with a funky attachment holster that makes it look like it’s wearing a weapons belt. And, of course, it’s brown. A colour that reached its fashion peak in the ’70s (which I’m pretty sure is what decade the vacuum is from). There I am, vacuuming one of the studio control rooms, when I notice an orangish reflection in the metal tube of the push broom. What the? It was just after I heard a strange “Ppppfffffff” noise followed by a pop and the smell and sight of smoke that I realized this little vacubot was trying to kill me! I threw down the handle, screamed, and then made sure no part of the vacuum was on fire. After unplugging it, I looked it over. The cord that connects the push broom to the hose was burnt. The cord that was just below my hand as I was vacuuming.
I went outside to tell my boss, who was doing work outside, that I think it’s time for a new vacuum. I recount my near-death experience (okay, so maybe that’s a slight exaggeration). He sprays me with the garden hose and later calls me Little Miss Fire Hazard.
Remind me to tell you about the broaster incident.