Leon unplugged the vacuum cleaner. There was something wrong with it. It was refusing to suck. Leon declined to give it a swift kick. He knew only too well that appliances were in league against him. "Why do you hate me?" he asked the vacuum cleaner, a note of pleading creeping into his voice. The vacuum didn't deign to reply. It was giving Leon the silent treatment.
Leon was alone for the month, his wife being in Paraguay. Since her departure the toaster, the DVD player, and now the vacuum cleaner had all gone on the blink. Next it would be the refrigerator. Or the microwave. The microwave was just itching to let him down.
With the vacuum cleaner on the fritz, Leon was at a loss what to do with himself. What he wanted to do was call his wife and beg her to come home early. Electrical gadgets approved of her. It gave her two thumbs up. Nothing, not even an old toaster, went kaput on her watch. Leon was the one things hated.