Friday, November 27, 2009
Oh my god, I must look like hell. Sorry, but what do you expect? I spent the night sleeping around.
You probably saw the ads. WalMart, Target, Sears, they all invited us over at midnight to “camp out” next to our purchase of choice, and then lay down the cold hard cash in the wee hours of the morning. Camp out, what a quaint phrase. They meant shack up, but couldn’t say it in print.
You never know a man until you sleep with him; how true. The same, trust me, goes for household appliances. Oh sure, you might be momentarily dazzled by the Bissell Spray n Vac, but will it last? The Kenmore sub zero muscle-fridge ? Nothing like a little midnight camaraderie to find out whether that relationship should stretch to the next level.
Because it’s shocking really, how so many of us think we desire something, only to feel shame once we have it. That beige sofa loveseat combo? What was I thinking? All my friends hate it. Don’t even get me started on the stainless steel convection oven. Two words: obsessed and possessed, but then I was probably drunk at the time.
My advice? Think long and hard before you invest too much of your time and effort. Sample lots of appliances. Though initially you desperately crave that hunky industrial strength electric juicer, it may be the old fashioned reamer you take home to meet mother.
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