I am holed up in my room with a Kirby Salesman jist ouside the door who is demonstrating and demonstrating and demonstrating and demonstrating to Valerie who wanted the rug shampoo'd so she actually CALLED them and had this guy some over. *Of course the cleaning carried with it a demonstration! *So, I stagger out of my room after being woke by the dog going ballistic, pants undone, hair wild, grouchy to find a sranger in my living room. *By the tone in his voice I knew he was either a Jehova Witness or a Kirby Salesman. *Like kryptonite to superman are these types to me. *The last time, a salesman barged into my house after I said I wasn't interested after making sure no one had invited him in, I went and got my shotgun. *Ya never seen a little rounder run so fast, hee hee. *Well, this guy I can't do anything about, but when he told me I would get the chance to test SEVEN models, I figured it was time to head for shelter. *The last Kirby I had destroyed my hardwood floor, was heavy, broke repeatedly and I HATED it since I am the primary housekeep. *I just can't stand salesmen, and as they go, this one is baaaaaad! *I gotta pee but I ain't a goin out there! *Help! *HElp! *Bug, send the Ninja. *What I need is for a forum member to call the local police station and claim to have planted a bomb in my house set to detonate in 30 mins.....PM me first if interested and I'll share the details of my plan. *He's got to have turned on and off the thing 200 times in the last 5 mins, and the dog is convinced armeggedon is here. *I wish it was.