I was sitting on the couch writing this afternoon, when I heard a buzz from outside. It almost sounded like it was coming from inside the house. That happens a lot, most notably with the captain’s bell atop the play set in the yard of a house a block away, which the house’s kid-occupants ring constantly. The bell went up the first summer we were here, and even though it sounds like it is ringing in my living room, I did not think much of it that first summer, figuring that the kid would get tired of it, or grow out of it by the end of the summer. Alas, we are moving into summer number four in this house, and not only has the kid not gotten tired of it, but the people who installed the bell made MORE kids who are just growing into the constant bellringing phase.
The buzz went on for quite a while, and it sounded even more like it was coming from inside the house than the dang bell. I got up, followed the sound, and quickly realized it was inside the house. Then I found the source. Inside the medicine cabinet, the battery-operated electric nose hair trimmer had spontaneously activated itself. When I reached for it, it buzzed into my hands, knocking various pill bottles and grooming devices off the shelf.
This is how I learned that we have a battery-operated electric nose hair trimmer. And not just any battery-operated electric nose hair trimmer, no, we have a haunted battery-operated electric nose hair trimmer.
On a thoroughly unrelated note, I saw this sign yesterday, and I like it. Sitting in my car discreetly using the telephoto to take the picture from across the street, I felt like a detective – a detective with very nice toenails.
I like the gist of the sign, but my grammar-police side must point out the unnecessary use of quotation marks and that it should be ‘manner’ not ‘manor’.
This reminds me of am embarrassing story that a co-worker told me last year. She came home from work to a tremendous racket in the house (where she lived alone). After a fearful investigation, she discovered that her, um, personal item which buzzed much like an electric nosehair trimmer had fallen down in the shower, turned on and was rattling noisily around the tub.
Even though my grammar police side got squirmy, I “like” the sign for its “mistakes.”
What I didn’t write in the post was that one of the first things I thought was that it sounded like a vibrator (Hi spam! Hi google!), not to put too fine a point on it. When I realized the sound was coming from the bathroom, I wondered what it could be, since I knew for certain there are none in there, but who knows? At the time I didn’t know there was a battery-operated electric nose hair trimmer in there, either.