Before the heat wave struck here in Portland, Mr. Smith thought it was important for us to own a fan. He did some research, looked on Amazon, made his decision. Then he thought better of it and called me.
"Hon, I'm going to need you to pick us out a fan. It's become clear that if I do it, we're going to own a $200 turbo-charged number designed by the people who make Boeing jet engines, that will blow us clear off the bed and out of our skin. You need to buy us something sensible."
Okay, buying a fan. Can do. I'm sensible, and I have the added bonus of not being an engineer. I did my research, looked on Amazon, narrowed it down to ones that 1) were said to be quiet, 2) not hideously ugly or cheap looking, and 3) Amazon could have at my door by noon the next day. Sensible.
Well, we now own a $70 futuristic fan with a remote control that strongly resembles a cylon centurion blowing gently on us as we sleep. It even has one glowing eye that goes back and forth as it oscillates. Sensible, my ass. I'm getting as bad as him.
"Hon, I'm going to need you to pick us out a fan. It's become clear that if I do it, we're going to own a $200 turbo-charged number designed by the people who make Boeing jet engines, that will blow us clear off the bed and out of our skin. You need to buy us something sensible."
Okay, buying a fan. Can do. I'm sensible, and I have the added bonus of not being an engineer. I did my research, looked on Amazon, narrowed it down to ones that 1) were said to be quiet, 2) not hideously ugly or cheap looking, and 3) Amazon could have at my door by noon the next day. Sensible.
Well, we now own a $70 futuristic fan with a remote control that strongly resembles a cylon centurion blowing gently on us as we sleep. It even has one glowing eye that goes back and forth as it oscillates. Sensible, my ass. I'm getting as bad as him.
I could use another fan does it look real good?