He felt a strange, hollow pride. Then he got a paper towel, picked up the monstrosity, and threw it in the outside bin. He reattached the hose, turned on the vacuum, and listened to it roar back to life—healthy, powerful, triumphant.
Not today, he thought. Tomorrow. Tomorrow, he’d deal with that. clogged vacuum hose
Frustrated, Arthur performed the only logical next step. He carried the hose to the back deck, held one end to his mouth, and blew. He felt a strange, hollow pride