The vacuum cleaner came back today, and buddy, it was rufff.
I am not saying it should be banned forever. I am saying it is loud, unpredictable, and far too confident for a machine with no nose and no real understanding of the room.
I handled the situation well. I maintained visual contact. I repositioned when necessary. I voiced my concerns at a professional volume. I did not, despite my reservations, completely lose my composure.
The humans kept saying things like “It’s okay” and “We’re just cleaning.” I believe both statements were meant kindly, but they fail to address the central point, which is that the floor was perfectly understandable before the machine arrived.
Once the vacuum was put away, I did a full room check, confirmed that the furniture remained where I expected it, and then forgave everyone faster than they deserved.
Dispatch summary
Today’s mood
Brave, barky, and acoustically committed.
Treat rating
5 out of 5 stars. Hazard pay was appropriate here.
Neighborhood report
The loud machine made things rufff, then got put away where it belongs.
Brother Oski appearances
Supportive from what he considered a very responsible distance.
