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.