Do NOT Purchase an Electrolux Vacuum – a Review

It might have been about 30 years ago that my sister bought an Electrolux vacuum. She swore by it and probably could have sold hundreds of them, so convinced was she of their worth. Not only was the Electrolux a powerful vacuum – it also came with a lifetime warranty.

Though it would have helped my allergies considerably to have had an Electrolux, I decided I couldn't afford to spend that much money on a vacuum.

30 years of going through various vacuums approximately every three to four years, I remembered my sister's admiration of the Electrolux, so I spent several hundred dollars on one and brought it home. Two years later it broke, but because my daughter and her family moved in with me and we used their vacuum after mine broke, I didn't worry about getting it fixed until they decided to move out. The Electrolux had a lifetime warranty after all.

HA! A few weeks ago when I had pneumonia, I drove past the Electrolux store and brought in my vacuum to get fixed. Still not worried about getting it back because my daughter was still living with me, Electrolux called me yesterday to tell me that the Electrolux now has only a 2 year warranty AND – AND – they no longer manufacture the original Electrolux.

WHAT????????????

Well, of course they don't! Why would ANYBODY who wasn't interested in a profit EVER create a product that worked for a lifetime? How can the poor people at Electrolux make a profit if nobody EVER needs repairs?

So on my TISH (misspelled on purpose) List, Electrolux sits at about number 1 right now. SHAME ON YOU, ELECTROLUX, for making an inferior product and for not making the original EXCELLENT product WHICH MY SISTER STILL HAS – AND IT STILL WORKS GREAT, by the way. SHAME ON YOU!

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The Bakery Down the Street

Sgt. Peppers Lonely Hearts

Because I was allergic to eggs for so many years and because many baked goods include eggs, I never really developed a taste for them. Not that I don't crave sweets sometimes, but if I see a chocolate cake sitting next to some barbecued chicken wings, I'm going for the BBQ.

So though I passed the bakery every day on my way to school every morning and though I enjoyed the aromas wafting from the bakery, I never went inside to purchase anything. I think the only pastry I ever ate were donuts covered with confectioners sugar purchased by my parents.

But one day my friend, Kathie, talked me into spending my money on an item she promised I would LOVE. Little did she know that I was probably the only friend she had who could have cared less about chocolate (caramel, on the other hand, mmm…).

Anyway, in we went, me holding onto my money like Whoopie Goldberg's character, Oda Mae, when she had to give a sizable check to the nuns in the movie, Ghost, while Kathie looked lovingly and longingly at her favorite item, a chocolate eclair.

It was probably the biggest piece of pastry I'd ever seen and I'll have to admit I was curious, but I was also hesitant, because I would rather have spent my money on magazines splashed with Beatles photos than a donut. But Kathie was insistent.

Reluctantly I handed over my hard-earned babysitting money to the cashier and cautiously took a small bite. Fully expecting this to be the next best thing to God, I was surprised by how deeply disappointed I was. I hated it. I hated the texture, I hated the cream (was that custard – I hate custard) and in fact, I hated the whole thing. And I was angry at Kathie for persuading me to spend my money on that revolting piece of tish (misspelled on purpose).

Kathie was flabbergasted. How could anybody not like chocolate eclairs? I must have faulty taste buds, or worse – just bad taste. My money – from my 50-cent-an-hour babysitting job was GONE and in its place was this food item I couldn't even eat.

It reminded me of the time another friend, Pam, convinced me to give her all of my Beatles cards so we could make a Beatles doll (cubes put together to form a doll using Beatles photos CUT OUT of the cards – MY cards) to send to a local Chicago radio station. Though WLS thanked us for the gift, I never forgave Pam for forcing me to use my Beatles cards.

In those days I frequently got angry at others for not being able to stand up for myself. Knowing myself as I do, I probably didn't talk to Kathie for days after that episode, and I never again bought another chocolate eclair.

But through it all I learned some very valuable lessons. The next time I was asked to pay for food that somebody else raved about, I would sample a bite first. And if anybody ever wanted to take ANYTHING Beatles-related from me for any reason whatsoever, the answer would be a resounding NO!

Unfortunately, Beatles cards stopped being printed so I never retrieved my missing Beatles cards, and Pam and I no longer speak (not because of the Beatles cards).

The bakery, however, though it carries a different name, still stands, and despite my behavior, Kathie and I remain good friends.

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