
Last night, I was relaxing in my living room watching a not-so-cool Arnold Schwarzenegger movie when my door bell rang. Standing on my porch was my next door neighbor tying to explain that a man was in her home vacuuming her mattress.
Ok, you have my attention. I'm listening.
It seems that a door-to-door vacuum cleaner salesman has talked himself in to her home and, at the moment, was demonstrating for her husband the magical powers of said super sucker. Like her husband, I too was impressed with the cleaning ability of this space-aged vacuum cleaner.

