I have to admit it: I need a new toy! But it's really not a fun item I need--it's a vacuum cleaner. Am I the only one who thinks that your average vacuum cleaner is a ripoff and starts de-evolving the minute you cut the tags and new packaging off it?
At present, we use the vacuum cleaner my late mom-in-law gave us. Why? Well, she was selfless, for one thing. The other is that we kept borrowing hers because ours seemed to be running out of suction or power or whatever it is. Now it's become a piece of junk--another in a long line of stiffs. Am I only one who has had an endless succession of those things that never cease to suddenly hit a slowdown point? Yes, I have changed the bag recently, if you're wondering. Good advice, though; keep trying.
Have you ever had a machine that wouldn't suck up the smallest piece of debris on the carpet? "Okay, I'll just vacuum from another angle," you think. Nothing. "Okay, so I'll just loosen the cat hair with my hand and then vacuum it up." Nothing. It's a mystery.
The biggest mystery of all is why I buy one every ten years on sale in a lame box store.