Remember when I promised to post once a day? Then remember when I said I’m not above lying? Yeah, put that together. I’m not even apologizing. This hate is brought to you in part by utter ridiculous (along with the letter P!). I apparently have not only a very sensitive sense of smell but also very sensitive ears because I hate the sound of a vacuum cleaner. Aaron can attest to this, or anyone else who’s ever seen the tumbleweed of dog hair blow by them in my house.
My mom swears that when I was a baby she would vacuum under my crib while I slept. I believe this led to two things (or maybe three): my innate ability to sleep through anything (which includes but is not limited to sleeping through someone donkey kicking my door and robbing my house), my HATE for vacuum cleaner noise and possibly my waking up grumpy. Because I don’t believe that I just slept through all of this unnecessary ruckus going on in my bedroom. And honestly mom, was there no other time to vacuum?
Regardless of where this hate started the sound of a vacuum cleaner makes me want to collapse in the floor and cover my ears. And the autistic tendencies continue….
Filed under: Hate on February 18th, 2007
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