human
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So I met some friends for dinner this evening, and on my way home, I decided to walk around at a nearby Goodwill. When I got to the back of the store, I spotted a cluster of about a half-dozen vacuum cleaners, mostly plasticrap that they couldn't pay me to take, but among them was a dusty Kirby Legend II. Lately, Goodwill has been jacking up their prices beyond reason, so I was extremely surprised to see that it was tagged at a mere $10. Despite the layer of dirt, it's actually in pretty decent shape, although it needs a light bulb, and probably a belt. The only sort of weird thing is the cord on it is a brown one for a Classic, but even though the female end is not quite the right shape, it fits in the socket and works. When I plugged it in at the store and fired it up, and the motor ran smoothly. I think I have a black coed for a Heritage in my barn. I may swap that onto it whenever I get around to cleaning it up.
There was a time, not that long ago, that I would have grabbed that sucker and headed for the checkout, giddy with excitement and looking over my shoulder for security because 1t was a such a steal. Tonight, it was different. I really struggled with whether to buy it or not, but in the end, I gave in. A Kirby for the price of a burger and fries, I rationalized. Sure, I didn't need it, but And what the heck, I could always sell it or part it out to make a profit. Sadly, the machine is probably worth more as a collection of parts than it is as a whole unit, not that I would want to do that. But still, I have been pretty adamant about not buying any more vacuums, and was successful in that for more than a year. Walking slowly up to the checkout, I felt like an alcoholic, falling off the wagon, knowing I shouldn't, but at the same not feeling like I was fully in control of my actions. A very, very odd feeling, to be sure.
There was a time, not that long ago, that I would have grabbed that sucker and headed for the checkout, giddy with excitement and looking over my shoulder for security because 1t was a such a steal. Tonight, it was different. I really struggled with whether to buy it or not, but in the end, I gave in. A Kirby for the price of a burger and fries, I rationalized. Sure, I didn't need it, but And what the heck, I could always sell it or part it out to make a profit. Sadly, the machine is probably worth more as a collection of parts than it is as a whole unit, not that I would want to do that. But still, I have been pretty adamant about not buying any more vacuums, and was successful in that for more than a year. Walking slowly up to the checkout, I felt like an alcoholic, falling off the wagon, knowing I shouldn't, but at the same not feeling like I was fully in control of my actions. A very, very odd feeling, to be sure.