A Rejoinder from Mr Snark

Mr. Snark here.


I would like to address the most recent of the aspersions heaped upon me daily in this space, by drawing the attention of our esteemed hostess to the conversation reproduced below:

You:  I want a Dyson vacuum for my birthday.
Me:  How dumb do you think I am? I’m not buying you a vacuum for your birthday. I’ll get in trouble.You:  No, you don’t understand. This is more than a vacuum; it’s a status symbol, a thing that can be showed off. It makes other women jealous. It’s what I want. Buy it.Me: Looks like a trap.You: Nonsense.
--Several years and one vacuum clear later--

You: Your idea of romance is a new vacuum cleaner.
Me: Doh.
In fairness, it is an excellent vacuum cleaner, aside from the speed and ease with which its contents can be emptied onto the floor by Miss Bear, for which it can hardly be faulted.