This is what I woke up to on Monday morning. A lone vacuum cleaner, standing halfway up my front door walk.
When I saw it that morning, it was on the heels of a major snowstorm, so it was almost buried under 8 inches of snow. I like that the groundskeepers shoveled and salted around the vacuum, just in case it turned out that I really wanted it to stay there for some reason.
Garbage day was Sunday, yet this vacuum cleaner was nowhere near the curb. Always quick to jump to conspiracies, I became convinced that someone was trying to screw with me.
What do you want from me, vacuum? WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!!?
On the bright side, this has inspired me to write a short film about a paranoid guy who gets slowly driven insane by a vacuum cleaner that’s stalking him. I, of course, will play the role of the wacky neighbor.
Sound off in the comments section and let me know what the hell is going on.
TOMORROW – LOST FRIDAY.