I had to wake up really early to go take some "pre-employment" tests at the chip warehouse (you have to do it just to get an interview; it was 250 scan-tron questions and loads of ruffled fun). I'm about to head to work moving furniture for the next 11 hours so I wanted to lay in bed for a quick rest. When I got to our room and turned on the ceiling fan:
Me: "Eleanor, hurry! Come check this out!"
Eleanor (hurrying): "What is it?"
Me: "It's a dust blizzard in our bedroom."
Eleanor: "Sick. Why did I have to hurry in here to see that?"
Me: "It's special. It only happens once a year."
Nobody likes a dusty ceiling fan.
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A few months ago I went to a Chinese restaraunt and there was at least 1/2 dust on the ceiling fans. I've never gone back.
Amen to that...I always hate the first of winter too, because when the heater kicks on for the first time, it fills the house with dust from the vents. I think that is why everyone gets sick when it starts to get cold.
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