When we moved into our new house 25 years ago, a Kenmore central vacuum had in place, and conked out after just two months. We tried not to vacuum. For the next two months our carpet collected dirt and dust. Guilt punished me. I phoned Sears to have a new central vacuum. Sears said, I am looking at around 500 bucks. Get a cheaper one under hundred dollars, Mur said. I brought the vacuum’s motor at Allen Motor Shop at Agnes to get it repaired instead, to save more.
The dingy sight of the shop struck me. The whole place stacked by piles of greasy motors and armatures from floor to ceiling gathering dust and cobwebs. Unimpressed, I readied myself to leave, when the old man came out of nowhere wearing an overall coated with soot. Surprised, I told the old man my problem. He exited to the other dingy room and when he appeared again, he said, seventy-five bucks. Two days later, I got my repaired vacuum’s motor back.
Two weeks after, our vacuum conked out again. I returned the motor to Allen’s. It’s still under warranty. The shop closed up. Since the cost of the vacuum escalated, my bi-monthly allowance chopped off.
We looked at Canadian Tire for cheaper vacuums. We settled for the Dirt Devil. The Devil worked fine, although took longer than usual to clean up the whole house. One day, the Devil stopped running. I tried to make it work. The Dirt Devil chip off the part one by one until the handle cracked.
I hugged the Devil in a squatting position pushing the vacuum against the carpet.
This Devil? how can I get rid of it?
I convince Mur to just buy a new one. Or throw the damn vacuum. But I don’t want my allowance get chopped again. I rummaged through the phone book. I checked every vacuum repair shops in Winnipeg and asked if they have a spare of Devil’s handle. One East Indians shop at Ness Avenue, said they have. I paid twenty-five bucks.
When another parts disentangled, the Dirt Devil has to go.
Our basement got flooded because our sump pump got busted. I drained out the water on the floor but the tank-water remained. Only upon emptying I can replace the sump pump. But to get the water out, I need a bucket to scoop, transport, and throw the water into the toilet sink. That takes long. In a blinding speed, I thought of draining the water using the Dirt Devil motor. So, I sat up the Devil its nozzle dipped into the water; I switched on the vacuum. The Devil whirred. I got me electrocuted. I survived. My Devil didn’t. Praise the Lord!
Mur saw this sign from a parked SUV truck at Regent Casino. The sign read: “We repair what your husband fixed” She nudged me toward the sign. I knew what she meant.
She paid a Licensed Plumber to replace our Sump Pump!
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