Brayden is working on a top tooth and it is no fun at all. No fun for him, me, or Brandon. Wednesday was a long day. Brayden was super clingy, in pain, and just not his usual self. By 5pm, I was ready for Brandon to be home so he could dote on Brayden a little so I could get dinner going and the laundry switched around. I get Brayden’s dinner ready and I no more than get him in the high chair and the doorbell rings. I look outside to see a pretty shady looking van with no plates- definitely a vehicle I didn’t recognize.
Brandon goes to the door and it is a nicely dressed woman, probably mid to late twenties, wanting to know if we would be interested in demoing a vacuum cleaner. Brandon, the nice guy that he is, says “Sure!”, not knowing what was coming next. A college age kid gets out of the van, brings in a vacuum, has to assemble the ENTIRE thing in MY house out of the box, and THEN demo it.
The vacuum guy was at my house for an hour and a half. Yes, 90 minutes of demoing a vacuum cleaner! After 45 minutes, I was getting pretty antsy. I still had a clingy baby, dinner to prepare since my parents were coming, and Brayden’s need for a bath promptly at 7. At 6:45pm, the grill still wasn’t started, and I was really starting to lose my patience with this vacuum guy. I know that Brandon only had good intentions, and he kept telling me he was sorry. I just wanted this guy gone! Only problem with that was, that the lady that brought him LEFT HIM AT MY HOUSE to take another person to another house. Seriously? Who does this?
Finally, I can hear the vacuum guy winding down his sales pitch. He then tells Brandon how much the vacuum is. $1,975. Not $19.75 as in twenty but almost $2,000! Brandon says no way (thankfully, or it would have gotten really ugly about then!) After about 20 more minutes, the guy says $1,100. Brandon still says no. I have to admit, it was a really nice vacuum and the amount of stuff that he got out of our carpet was really gross, but that is more than what Brandon makes in 2 weeks, and right now, we need that income. Maybe it would have been a different story if we knew how farming would be this year, but seriously, I just can’t fathom spending that much on a vacuum.
Finally, after an hour and 45 minutes, the vacuum people are gone, I am so flustered, and Brandon feels downright awful. I just had to laugh because after the fact, it was kind of funny, and like I said, his intentions were good. The combination of a crabby baby and trying to get dinner on the table was already stressing me out. I wasn’t anticipating any more guests. Plus, I have a thing about strangers being in my house- thankfully, Brandon was home.
All in all, we are getting a good laugh out of it. And I think Brandon is learning to say “no”.
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