Never suck up pickle relish with a Shop Vac
Remember when Chatty dropped a can of pumpkin on her toe?
Well, she was “shopping” in that same larder and didn’t notice a jar of pickle relish teetering…
Crash. Splat. Glass and pickle relish everywhere.
The Wiz was nowhere to be found.
OK, to be honest, he was around - but Chatty thought to herself “I won’t bother The Wiz with this – I will clean it up myself!”
There are times when Chatty really shouldn’t think…
There were big pieces of glass, and Chatty started to collect them as soon as she had corralled curious little animals with tender paws and had whisked them to safety.
She was then faced with a lot of smaller pieces of glass and a whole lot of pickle relish spread all over the laundry room, while being serenaded - loudly - by the frantic barking and meowing of little fuzzballs who couldn’t understand why they had been shoved into the bathroom, and wanted out. Immediately.
It’s amazing how one six-ounce jar of pickle relish can mess up an entire laundry room. It’s kind of like spilling two ounces of water from the glass onto your nightstand in the middle of the night – liquid covers the surface, gets your books and the bottom of the kleenex box wet, and generally makes its presence known in a really bad way - you can’t believe it wasn't at least half a gallon...
But, Chatty proudly decided that she going to use the Shop Vac HERSELF, and prove to The Wiz that SHE was handy, too - and did not need to yell for him every time there was a little mishap.
*Sigh*
Hasn't something been said about pride going before a fall?
Chatty noticed that the vacuum stopped sucking about 37 seconds into the procedure. She thought a piece of glass had gotten lodged in the hose, so she shook it, and it got better. For another 10 seconds or so.
Chatty then decided that vacuuming was not the way to go, so she got out the broom and dustpan, cleaned up the glop, and washed the broom and the dustpan. Then, she mopped the laundry room (including the walls and the fronts of the washer and dryer). Three times.
Once the floor dried, it looked OK. No obvious traces of pickle relish. Hurrah.
Then, Chatty walked on the floor in her sandals.
Schmeck….stick... pull. Schmooook…stick…pull. Each and every step was a challenge. Sugar is sticky. And relentless.
Chatty mopped again.
About this time, The Wiz wandered through, and Chatty mentioned that she tried to clean up some pickle relish with the little Shop Vac, but that it didn’t seem to suck properly - so she had abandoned the idea. She apologized, and said maybe she shouldn’t have used it.
The Wiz was gracious. He pointed out that the whole idea behind such a machine was to suck up ugly messes, and that Chatty was not to worry. It was fine.
But today, friends, The Wiz needed the Shop Vac.
To his credit, The Wiz did NOT call Chatty to task. He was fair. He remembered she had warned him.
But, oh, what a nasty mess!
Chatty had given The Wiz a haircut, and The Wiz had tried to use the Shop Vac to suck up the hair on the floor.
The Shop Vac was less than efficient at this task.
So, today The Wiz took it apart – and found hair welded to the hose and everything else with…pickle relish.
It took him almost an hour to clean the Shop Vac – and the process eventually included attaching its hose to the pool cleaner and using the resulting suction to unblock everything…
His comment was:
“Honey. Never suck up pickle relish with the little Shop Vac again – use the BIG one. Better yet, just call me before you do ANYTHING…”
This handy hint has been brought to you by Chatty – making mistakes so that YOU don’t have to…
Well, she was “shopping” in that same larder and didn’t notice a jar of pickle relish teetering…
Crash. Splat. Glass and pickle relish everywhere.
The Wiz was nowhere to be found.
OK, to be honest, he was around - but Chatty thought to herself “I won’t bother The Wiz with this – I will clean it up myself!”
There are times when Chatty really shouldn’t think…
There were big pieces of glass, and Chatty started to collect them as soon as she had corralled curious little animals with tender paws and had whisked them to safety.
She was then faced with a lot of smaller pieces of glass and a whole lot of pickle relish spread all over the laundry room, while being serenaded - loudly - by the frantic barking and meowing of little fuzzballs who couldn’t understand why they had been shoved into the bathroom, and wanted out. Immediately.
It’s amazing how one six-ounce jar of pickle relish can mess up an entire laundry room. It’s kind of like spilling two ounces of water from the glass onto your nightstand in the middle of the night – liquid covers the surface, gets your books and the bottom of the kleenex box wet, and generally makes its presence known in a really bad way - you can’t believe it wasn't at least half a gallon...
But, Chatty proudly decided that she going to use the Shop Vac HERSELF, and prove to The Wiz that SHE was handy, too - and did not need to yell for him every time there was a little mishap.
*Sigh*
Hasn't something been said about pride going before a fall?
Chatty noticed that the vacuum stopped sucking about 37 seconds into the procedure. She thought a piece of glass had gotten lodged in the hose, so she shook it, and it got better. For another 10 seconds or so.
Chatty then decided that vacuuming was not the way to go, so she got out the broom and dustpan, cleaned up the glop, and washed the broom and the dustpan. Then, she mopped the laundry room (including the walls and the fronts of the washer and dryer). Three times.
Once the floor dried, it looked OK. No obvious traces of pickle relish. Hurrah.
Then, Chatty walked on the floor in her sandals.
Schmeck….stick... pull. Schmooook…stick…pull. Each and every step was a challenge. Sugar is sticky. And relentless.
Chatty mopped again.
About this time, The Wiz wandered through, and Chatty mentioned that she tried to clean up some pickle relish with the little Shop Vac, but that it didn’t seem to suck properly - so she had abandoned the idea. She apologized, and said maybe she shouldn’t have used it.
The Wiz was gracious. He pointed out that the whole idea behind such a machine was to suck up ugly messes, and that Chatty was not to worry. It was fine.
But today, friends, The Wiz needed the Shop Vac.
To his credit, The Wiz did NOT call Chatty to task. He was fair. He remembered she had warned him.
But, oh, what a nasty mess!
Chatty had given The Wiz a haircut, and The Wiz had tried to use the Shop Vac to suck up the hair on the floor.
The Shop Vac was less than efficient at this task.
So, today The Wiz took it apart – and found hair welded to the hose and everything else with…pickle relish.
It took him almost an hour to clean the Shop Vac – and the process eventually included attaching its hose to the pool cleaner and using the resulting suction to unblock everything…
His comment was:
“Honey. Never suck up pickle relish with the little Shop Vac again – use the BIG one. Better yet, just call me before you do ANYTHING…”
This handy hint has been brought to you by Chatty – making mistakes so that YOU don’t have to…
Oh, Chatty, the heat must have gotten to you! That's reason enough for me.
Um, does The Wiz know you are posting nekkid pictures of him on the internet? lol
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116 degrees? dang......
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I would be blaming it on the heat! 116? Yuck!
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Haaaa!Haaa! Too funny! And, ewwwww...sticky floors? The WIZ is too funny!!!
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