Squeaky wheel gets the grease

I sometimes feel like I'm a walking advertiser of the Dyson vacuum. We've had our Dyson for 5 years and knock on wood - no problems. Our love of the Dyson has been influenced on 2 other family members that I know of. Not only do they clean up well, but the can sustain the torture of 3 crazy boys. We have found that the hose attachment is the really good for sword fighting and it is the #1 way to wake our dog from a deep sleep. Most recently we found that it can pickup AA Batteries & Pens with no problem...Wyatt vacuumed.

Every once in awhile I'll go over and help my parents clean their house. I won't kid myself...my children are the reason why their house is so messy in the first place. I can't help but be rude and bring my own cleaning supplies including the Dyson. It's my way of knowing that I have what I need to clean. If there is one thing my dad & I can go round and round about...it's vacuums. My beef is that my parents are constantly going out and buying a new vacuum. Surprise, surprise that $30 bargain of a vacuum broke...again. Duct tape doesn't seem to hold up either. I have seen vacuums at my parents house that have the cords' wrapped with black electric tape, duct tape to keep the hose from the bag attached, duct tape to keep the wheels on and the worse I've seen had something to do with a hanger. I couldn't figure out why it was there...

Honestly, my parents have gone through at least 10 vacuums in the time I've had my ONE Dyson. The only reason why my dad won't buy a Dyson - he's C-H-E-A-P, cheap! My only argument back is that he's spent more money on the crappy vacuums. He'd save money if he would just buy a nice vacuum, preferably a Dyson.

The squeaky wheel gets the grease....or I just so happened to be in the right place at the right time. I was shopping with my mom at Costco's. She points to a vacuum:

"Do you think this one would be okay? Do you think Pop would like it?"

What comes out of my mouth..."Well, it's not a Dyson. It looks like it will fall apart in a few weeks...so yeah...I think he'll like it." I couldn't help it, she walked right into it. None to worry - shining right next to the crappy vacuum was...sigh...a Dyson...She looked at the Dyson and Guess what!? She bought the Dyson!! YAHOO!!

I am so proud of my mom...sniff..sniff. Of course we still had to go home and convince Pop.

When we got home he looked at my mom "Tell me you didn't really buy a DYSON!?!" -- Oh yeah we did!!.. and it's BLUE!! A few moments of silence passed and Pop said "Fine..then YOU get to put it together..ha ha!" He went out to the garage to put a tool away and by the time he came back in I had put it together. (It's that easy!) I took him into the living room for a tutorial, but he argued that he had just vacuumed and there was no need. I asked him to just humor me and vacuum..you know try it out..see how light and easy it moves...I shut up and let "Blue" do the talking...Pop was floored at all of the nasty crap he vacuumed up, even though "he just vacuumed."

Let's just say that he didn't tell me he loved the vacuum, but he did hide it in his closet so no one else could use...Your welcome Pop!