Hahahaha, I thought I was the only one who would turn on a vacuum cleaner (or floor polisher) then go outside to listen to it! The only downside about doing this is that the motor is running constantly, instead of pitching up and down as it would when the machine was being used -- so it's not quite the same as standing outside and listening to someone vacuum.
There used to be someone with whom I could mutually indulge this bit of auditory fun -- Stan Kann! Whenever I'd call and say I was coming by, he'd "just happen" to be running one of his vacuums when I'd walk up the front walkway to his house. And I'd do the same for him -- when I was expecting him to come over, I'd keep an eye out the front window. When I saw his car pull up, I'd start using my Hoover 700 for him. I'd see him walking up the sidewalk -- he would stop and tilt his head with a sweet smile on his face listening to his favorite vacuum cleaner! (I sure do miss him -- still.)
For me, there's a certain pulse-tingling excitement around walking down the street and hearing the sound of a vacuum cleaner - even today. Even when it's a "screecher."
But I've had some pleasant surprises as well, like the day some years ago when I was walking my dog Oz around the neighborhood. I passed a cute little white house and heard what I =knew= was the muffled sound of an Electrolux XXX emanating from inside!
I was brazen enough to knock on the door where the sound was coming from. When an elderly lady opened the door with an Electrolux hose handle in her hand [a dark turquoise 1205-era replacement hose with chrome handle] I nearly fainted! And I could see, yes, an Electrolux XXX sitting on the bare wood floor behind her!!
I said hello and told her I used to work for a vacuum cleaner repair shop and that as I walked by, I recognized the sound of her Electrolux. [I didn't want to come right out and say I was a collector or that I was obsessed with vacuum cleaners!] I said, "That's a sound I don't hear much anymore, as more and more of these wonderful old machines are disappearing."
Fortunately the old lady was very sweet and nice, and she exclaimed, "Oh, this sweeper is a real Jim-Dandy! My husband bought it for me many years ago and I wouldn't think of replacing it! I've had it repaired a few times, and did get more modern attachments for it because they're easier to use." (I noticed she had a matching dark-turquoise flip-over floor/rug.)
I told her, "Well, you really made my day - I love these old Electroluxes and I'm glad to know that some people are still using them. I don't suppose you by any chance got the floor polisher attachment with it" and I described it to her.
She thought for a moment and said, "I seem to recall something like that but don't think I ever used it, and don't know what might have become of it. It may still be around here somewhere, who knows."
I didn't want to totally freak her out by asking her to go look for it! It was enough, I thought, that I had gone up and knocked on her door. I bid her good day and continued down the street with my doggie Oz.
After that day, whenever I'd pass her house I'd linger, waiting to hear her Electrolux and thought that if I ever happened to see her again I'd ask about the polisher. But I never did run into her again, nor did I ever hear her XXX running again.
A few years later as I was walking up that street with my new babies Madame Pepperoni and Eva and walked by the nice lady's house, I saw a real estate company's "For Sale" sign in the front yard......