Wow, what a way to start out a work week. On Monday morning before 6:30 a.m. I found myself on the floor in our basement with my ponytail stuck inside our vacuum cleaner. Let me explain…
For the last few weeks I’ve been noticing how dirty and dusty it is under my treadmill. The dust bunnies were more like dust elephants. Monday morning I finally got fed up with it enough to pull out the vacuum and take care of things. Of course I never think to do these things at 6 p.m., it’s only 6 a.m. when the issue is right in my face. Dave was also gone Monday morning so I thought it was the perfect opportunity to vacuum a little without risking waking him up.
Everything went fine until I got down on my hands and knees and put my head against the ground so I could see under the treadmill. That’s when the brushes of our vacuum picked up my ponytail and wrapped my hair around the revolving belt so fast it took my breath away. Remember the part in this story about Dave being gone? Well, that meant that I was home alone with my hair caught in the bottom of the vacuum and my screams of pain were going unanswered. In hindsight I think it was a good thing that Dave wasn’t home because I would have had him bring down a scissors to cut out my hair. I had to go with the much more patient approach of unwinding my hair and pulling it out just a few strands at a time. My head was literally within a few inches of the bottom of the vacuum. There was no way I could carry a vacuum on my head up the stairs to find scissors. So with my head pressed to the floor I got to work.
You’ll be relieved to know that I survived and so did my hair. I’m only down a few strands. Maybe my hair even has a little extra volume after the whole ordeal. 🙂