the kone's sleek design though proved form over function. it was rather heavy, held only a small little cup of dirt, and some models threw hazardous materials into the air. i opted for dirt devil's corded vacuum instead. but my heart still lusted after the kone, advertised as a modern-day vacuum with chameleon properties-- it could blend into any room or tabletop.
and then, i found one, sitting like a casted king on the goodwill's top shelf of appliances. it wore scars of packaging tape around its middle, and reeked of old hair and possibly vomit.
and a part of me thought $5.99 would be a small price to pay to simply take home little used vacuum and prop it up in my living room corner-- a pithy retirement home for such a forlorn discard item with only easy bake oven to talk to.
because even if i wanted a pretty purple kone, it wouldn't happen.
but i resisted.
farewell, kone. perhaps we shall meet again, when you're all upgraded and stuff.
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