Buy a Roomba at Your Own Risk.

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Friend or Foe?

I’ve fantasized about owning a Roomba from time to time. What could be better? A little mechanical vacuum friend to work silently and clean your floors. Then a friend told me about her son and his new wife’s experience with one of those demon gadgets.

They thought they wanted one too. So they put it on their wedding wish registry list at good ole Bed Bath & Beyond. The Wedding came and went without a hitch. Then the marriage began. The happy couple set up their handy-dandy Roomba  and away it goes. It worked great for a while and they loved it.

Until the night from hell. They woke up one morning to discover an interesting and rather bizarre gigantic brown star pattern on the living room rug. The rug was white or some other light color as I recall. Oh and did I mention they had pets? There is a reason pets and poop both start with the letter “P“. P stands for “oh Please, not this again.”

But this innocent couple had no earthly idea what was in store for them. Who other than Steven King could think up a scenario as yucky as this? One of their dogs, and they would only know which one by doing DNA testing on the brown stain, had an accident on the rug during the night. Why do we call pooping on the rug an accident? It’s not like the dog doesn’t know what it’s doing. It’s more like “I have something to say, but I can’t talk because I don’t have the right vocal cords, so here it is…gruunnnt!  Ah, it feels good to get that said.” I am almost but not quite ashamed to say that there have been a few extremely unacceptable situations in my life where I wished that was an option, but I can talk so I have no excuse.

So, anyway the Roomba, on its nocturnal sojourn, discovers the offending mess and dutifully attempts to vacuum it up. But it failed on the first attempt. So it made another attempt, and another. It must have spent the majority of the night scooting back and forth and back and forth and back and forth……. but that darn lump of mess just wouldn’t come up.  The Roomba finally scooted off in a corner somewhere and crapped out. Pardon the pun, but it’s just too good to pass up.

So the bride and groom faced the grizzly task of cleaning the carpet and the Roomba in marital solidarity. This is one of the “for worse” parts of the marriage vows. It has to be. They are no longer married unfortunately. Perhaps this early test of their resolve was so traumatic that they didn’t make it through to the other side.

I won’t be getting a Roomba anytime soon because I have the “Oh Please”, I mean pets.

12 responses

  1. This story reminds me of the time the fridge freezer quit and a bag of frozen blueberries melted and dripped juice onto the kitchen floor and the cat walked through the blueberry juice (many times) and tracked it all over the house. When we returned from our 4 day holiday… well, the rest of the story doesn’t involve a roomba, but it certainly goes to show what we put up with because we love our pets!

    1. Yes a cat would walk do that. LOL. Now a dog would lick it up and then hurl all over.

  2. I don’t know if I fear so much that my Roomba (I mean, if I had one) would mess up my carpet, but rather, that in the middle of the night it would smother me with a pillow and sleep with my wife.

    1. I wouldn’t put it past the damn Roomba. They are not to be trusted!

  3. Ha! I am a dog parent (have 2) and this scenario never occured to me. Funny ( and disgusting ) image of the little Roomba going back and forth

    1. Every time if think of if I crack up laughing.

  4. I too love the idea of the Roomba but after reading this–forget it! This story sounds like a Saturday Night Live skit!

    1. I would have paid money to be a fly on their wall that fateful morning 🙂

  5. Gosh, I’m glad you shared this story, as I’ve also thought for a while that I wanted one. Thanks for the warning–and have a great weekend.
    Hugs,
    Kathy

    1. You too. And stay away from the Roomba store 🙂

  6. I genuinely didn’t realise ‘roomba’s” really existed – only seen themon tv! But don’t even think I can bring me self to look for one now as a fellow pet owner. Lol, sounds way too gruesome for me to discover in the morning 😛

    1. If that had happened at our house I would have called in a disaster crew and gone back to bed!

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