No, actually it starts out with my mother-in-law, rest her beautiful soul, who bought a Rainbow in 1986. And I'm not entirely sure when she gave it to us or whether we borrowed it and it stayed with us. But I'm not sure I really liked it much. I always figured it was easier to pull out the old Hoover.
BAGMAN: "What are you babbling about!!?"
BUTLER: "The Rainbow Vacuum cleaner, of course."
BAGMAN: "Please don't tell me that Mark's going to do a commercial!!"
But Karen would usually say, "Please use the Rainbow. It works better" And being a responsive hubby -- and because she was usually right -- I would. But also being a typical man, I never saw any dirt to begin with and, Hoover or Rainbow, I didn't know why we were cleaning in the first place.
But, moving along, when Brian asked if we were willing to let him (under the observation of his new supervisor) do a two-hour presentation of a new Rainbow, we agreed. After all he would get credit for it.
BAGMAN: "And you got a free weekend vacation just for listening...don't forget that."
But we had agreed in advance that we were not about to buy a new Rainbow no matter what! They are expensive and besides, we already had one! We'd be firm -- even if our son was the salesman.
So Brian, the new vacuum cleaner salesman in the family took immediate advantage of the fact we had an old one and, under the watchful eye of his teacher-supervisor, had us bring it down and use it to vacuum a section of the rug. I figured it was already clean to begin with, but Karen runs her mother's Rainbow over a section several times. As far as I was concerned, you could eat off it.
Then Brian takes the NEW and Improved 2006 Model and takes two swipes at the same section of carpet. Their secret weapon is black cheesecloth which they insert at the intake port. They pull it out and our mouthes drop open.
There was a ton of dirt and cat hairs that had come from nowhere!! They must have been buried so deep in the carpet that they came from some prehistoric strata! And thus began a truly frightening discovery of how much dirt we've been missing. (By "we", of course, I mean Karen since even though I help, she is the Cleaning Queen and I'm just a good subject.) Black cheesecloth after black cheesecloth is inserted and taken out, always covered with amazing new dirt! From the hardwood floor! From the kitchen tile! From our mattress, for Pete's sake! How does dirt get on a mattress that is always covered with a matress pad, two sheets, and a spread??!
I'm watching Karen mostly, because her expressions of surprise and embarassment are priceless! Brian is having a ball because he knows (1) what a cleanliness fanatic his mother is, and (2) that this machine really really sucks.
BUTLER: "You want to try a different word?"
And lo and behold, by the time the demonstration is finished, we are buying a new expensive but apparently worth it Rainbow and giving the old one to Brian.
BAGMAN: "You probably just bought it from Brian because his supervisor was there!"
BUTLER: "Come on, Baggie! Karen wants her son to look good but she follows the old motto that "Cleanliness is next to frugality."
I thought it was "Godliness" but in any case the new Cadillac of Vacuums has taken over our house. In fact, it refuses to stay in the closet because it even has this fancy air filtering function so it sits in the corner of a room humming softly, emitting a variety of scents, and cleaning the air so I won't have asthma or allergy attacks.
BAGMAN: "But you don't have asthma or allergies!!"
BUTLER: "But if he did..."
BAGMAN: "I can't believe you agreed that this was a good idea!"BUTLER: "That's why I'm called 'Butler.' And it's also bagless, BAGMan."
BAGMAN: "Very funny."
