I use my Dyson for all of our household "sucking" needs. I take it outside to vacuum the car out. I used it to vacuum cob webs from the ceiling in the basement. I also used it to vacuum the linoleum in the laundry room after I replaced the floor due to water rot.
My Dyson is like one of my good friends. During the time we have been together it has always been there for me. I always take the time to clean Dyson from stem to brushes. I use the air compressor to give Dyson a thorough cleaning.
So on this particular day, I thought it to be the same as the rest. I was sweeping the floor and trying to get all the debris from the floor before I laid down the glue and the linoleum on top of the glue in the laundry room. I pulled Dyson from its closet like any other time. I wished it a good day and started unwinding the cord.
I plugged Dyson into the closest outlet. I leaned over and pushed the large yellow on/off switch........nothing.......I thought to myself "I have to be dreaming because Dyson didn't turn on. Here let me try it again." I pushed the button....again...nothing. So then I thought "It must be the outlet. You know how you are always blowing breakers. Lets try another outlet." Again....nothing.
I began to panic. I knew this day would come but I never imagined it would be so soon. Dyson was so young and vibrant. How could a loving God take someone with so much life yet to live?
I looked around the corner into the kitchen where B was cleaning. I spoke her name in a quietly nervous tone. "What? What is it? What's wrong?" she said. "I don't want to alarm you but I think Dyson might be gone." I muttered.
"Oh No, not Dyson! What is wrong with him?" she exclaimed.
"I don't know. He just won't power on. I have tried multiple outlets and still nothing. Can you try it in one of those outlets in a different room? Maybe a circuit breaker is blown." I said.
Nothing........at this point the house was filled with a moment of silence. Could Dyson really be gone? Was this the end of a generation in our household?
"Well, I wonder if we could get another one from EBay?" I said. "Wait, before we spend $500.00 on a new vacuum, lets call the 1-800 number at Dyson to see what they think" said B.
I thought to myself quietly, OK fine, but I hope we can't get it fixed because I sure would like one of those new models with all the bells and whistles. But I would never vocalize this because I would never want to offend Dyson. Plus we might still be using Dyson if we get it fixed.
"Ok, I will call Dyson." I said.
So we called Dyson the company as much for moral support as for advice on getting it repaired. For some reason I believed that everyone that called them was experiencing the fear and anxiety associated with losing a loved one.
They directed us to a repair store in Columbus. B took Dyson to the store and they charged her $20.00 just to look at Dyson. As it turns out, Dyson had a broken on/off switch that was replaced for no more than the cost of the estimate.
When we went to pick Dyson up from the store I felt very much like we were going to get our pet from the vet's office after surgery or to the hospital to pick up a family member.
Dyson is home now. He is happy and playing just as before. We are one big happy family again.
My Dyson is like one of my good friends. During the time we have been together it has always been there for me. I always take the time to clean Dyson from stem to brushes. I use the air compressor to give Dyson a thorough cleaning.
So on this particular day, I thought it to be the same as the rest. I was sweeping the floor and trying to get all the debris from the floor before I laid down the glue and the linoleum on top of the glue in the laundry room. I pulled Dyson from its closet like any other time. I wished it a good day and started unwinding the cord.
I plugged Dyson into the closest outlet. I leaned over and pushed the large yellow on/off switch........nothing.......I thought to myself "I have to be dreaming because Dyson didn't turn on. Here let me try it again." I pushed the button....again...nothing. So then I thought "It must be the outlet. You know how you are always blowing breakers. Lets try another outlet." Again....nothing.I began to panic. I knew this day would come but I never imagined it would be so soon. Dyson was so young and vibrant. How could a loving God take someone with so much life yet to live?
I looked around the corner into the kitchen where B was cleaning. I spoke her name in a quietly nervous tone. "What? What is it? What's wrong?" she said. "I don't want to alarm you but I think Dyson might be gone." I muttered.
"Oh No, not Dyson! What is wrong with him?" she exclaimed.
"I don't know. He just won't power on. I have tried multiple outlets and still nothing. Can you try it in one of those outlets in a different room? Maybe a circuit breaker is blown." I said.
Nothing........at this point the house was filled with a moment of silence. Could Dyson really be gone? Was this the end of a generation in our household?
"Well, I wonder if we could get another one from EBay?" I said. "Wait, before we spend $500.00 on a new vacuum, lets call the 1-800 number at Dyson to see what they think" said B.
I thought to myself quietly, OK fine, but I hope we can't get it fixed because I sure would like one of those new models with all the bells and whistles. But I would never vocalize this because I would never want to offend Dyson. Plus we might still be using Dyson if we get it fixed.
"Ok, I will call Dyson." I said.
So we called Dyson the company as much for moral support as for advice on getting it repaired. For some reason I believed that everyone that called them was experiencing the fear and anxiety associated with losing a loved one.
They directed us to a repair store in Columbus. B took Dyson to the store and they charged her $20.00 just to look at Dyson. As it turns out, Dyson had a broken on/off switch that was replaced for no more than the cost of the estimate.
When we went to pick Dyson up from the store I felt very much like we were going to get our pet from the vet's office after surgery or to the hospital to pick up a family member.
Dyson is home now. He is happy and playing just as before. We are one big happy family again.
