Vacuuming

Vacuuming

Sandy looked at John, squinting her eyes, “I’m sorry. Explain it to me one more time.”

“Sandy!” John said, twisting to look at her.

“I’ll work on this,” she started untangling, “just, please, one more time?”

“Fine,” John started, twisting back toward the bannister. “I’d made a mess with the window project and needed the vacuum. So I went down and got it, but you know I haven’t updated those outlets upstairs and I couldn’t find one of those adaptors. How do you plug in the vac up there?”

“Ah...”

“Anyway, I realized I could plug it in in the downstairs hall and I did, but it didn’t quite reach. But, I thought if I went through the bannisters instead of over the top it would reach, and it did. But I forgot I did that. Then carrying the vac back downstairs I ran out of cord. I didn’t want to carry the vac all the way back up, then go down and unplug it, then back up and get it, so I tried to balance the vacuum on a step.”

“OK...”

“Well, it was too big, of course, and it started falling as soon as I let go. Then when I moved to catch it, my foot caught on the part of the cord that was going up and twirled me around, and trying not to fall down the stairs, or drop the vacuum, I ended up with the cord wound around me like this.”

“And you can’t move...”

“Yes. I can’t move. I’ve been standing here waiting for you for half an hour. Will you please untangle me!” John twisted back around now and saw that Sandy had been recording all this on her phone.

“Sandy!” he said, outraged!

Sandy burst out laughing. “I am so posting this!”