Perhaps it’s just me, but I feel like I might as well be in a Mission Impossible movie when trying to vacuum the car before the quarters run out? I don’t think I would be any more nervous if I were racing against the clock to mitigate something heinous placed on the town square by an eastern crime syndicate.
Something always goes wrong.
“How did I not see this McDonald’s bag shoved under the seat. It’s covered in ketchup…wait… there are multiple undetected bags, I repeat, MULTIPLE bags…and fry crumbs, everywhere. More than I can count! I need more ti…”<vacuum goes off>