Roomba Please, say it isn’t so…You have got to be kidding me!
A detailed conversation with my vacuum cleaner:
Tell me there is no possible way that I accidentally pushed the red button on your dirt reservoir while picking you up off my beautiful dark carpet. Tell me that your plastic sleek lined body did not just separate into two pieces. Tell me I am not holding your motor in one hand and the grime receptacle in the other upside down, as all your hard work falls out in clumps of dust and debris.
Tell me my dearest Roomba that my company is not to arrive in less than five minutes. Tell me your battery is still charged. Tell me your are a master of your craft and in my haste can undo all that I have created. Tell me I did not just holler a sailor’s rich variety of profanity while my cherub faced three-year-old grandchild is watching me in wonder.
And lastly, I ask you to tell me that this is not the way my day should continue.
In conclusion…Your poker player’s steely gaze and blank stare tells me everything I need to know.
PS…No rechargeable devices were hurt in the creation of this post.
Send Sunshine your Friday is here and weekend near.