Say “Hello” to Kirby

Ok, so here’s the story. We have been looking - nonchalantly - the last 6 months or so for a new vacuum. The TWO that we currently have just aren’t cutting it, and one started smelling like burnt wood the other day. Not good.

We were eying the Dyson line of vacuums, but just hadn’t made the commitment to spend $500 on something that sucks - literally. That is, until the other day, it happened. A VERY novice (from what I understand) Kirby vacuum salesman came to the door while I was at work. Although when Jessi opened the door, she was trying to get Ellie to sleep and Olivia was probably running wild, she actually let the guy in (against her better judgment). This is where it all goes downhill.
Long story short, the salesman, by Jessi’s account, did nothing more than sweep up the dust that our vacuums (knowingly) were not picking up very well. He admitted he was new and wasn’t sure what to say. It didn’t really matter anyway because when Jessi saw that shiny little devil, she fell in love. OK, well maybe not exactly - love, but she was sold.

This thing was a little saucier than the Dyson, but it comes with so many stinkin attachments, I’m not sure we’ll ever be able to use them all - with the exception of one very handy attachment, a shampooer which is supposed to be much better and use less solution than any other shampooer. A plus for us with little, grubby, grimy hands, feet, drool, and … other, less desirable bodily substances.
So even though Kirby sent their worst salesmen to our door, somehow they still managed to make what will probably be a life-long committed member to the “Kirby family”. Hooray.

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