I got in pretty late last night. In the course of bringing things in from the car, my mom told me, “My little guy–Nido–will be coming out tomorrow to sweep at around 10AM. Unless he got confused by the power outage earlier.”
Okayyyy… I thought, When did Mom get a new cleaning person? And why would he be confused by the power outage? Does he go to bed early or something?
So, this morning, I pried myself up at 10:40, and went out to the kitchen. I had some coffee, and then my mom looked at the clock. “Ah, Nido should be coming out to sweep soon.”I was totally confused. Did I need to change out of my pajamas? Did we need to declutter?
Suddenly, there was a sound from the living room. “Click, VRRRRRRRR, SHHHHHHHH….”
“Ah, there he goes!”
We went out into the living room, and there I saw my mom’s “little guy”–NEATO:
I’m not sure that this speaks well of my cultural expectations. But to be fair, in L.A., there are a lot of Latino cleaning folks. And the initial comment about the vacuum was phrased in a way that was open to interpretation. Mostly, I decided to just laugh at myself–and I decided the vacuum’s name is Alfonso. Because really, if he’s, “gonna come out to sweep”, he needs a name.