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Lame Adventure 319: Baking in the Apple

It was very hot and humid all weekend, just the way I loathe it.  I don’t dare use my oven.  I’m eating so much rabbit food I’m nearing the point of scratching myself behind my ear with my foot.

Salad days.

This is the situation: I reside in an electrical inclusion brownstone that used to exclude air conditioning for all.  In recent years my building’s management began rewiring vacated apartments so that incoming tenants can have air conditioning.  They also pay obscenely higher rent than me. My sanctum sanctorum was wired in 1917 for little more than a kerosene lamp, a battery powered kazoo and public access TV stations that I never watch.  In years past, I frequently had companions I could crash with on extremely hot and humid nights.  My Current Companion has air conditioning and a roommate that is as immobile a fixture as a refrigerator so basically until September, when temperatures cool, I’m stuck suffering solo in my sweat lodge.  My Current Companion did meet me for dinner in midtown – and little else:

Current Companion (reasonable tone):  We don’t have to have sex every time we hang out you know.

Me (morbid tone):  We don’t?

Current Companion:  Sometimes it’s just nice to talk.

Me:  Talk about what, us not having sex?

One thing that was discussed was my fan situation, and I’m not referring to you, my seven loyal readers.  Shortly after I returned from my West Coast getaway, my beloved sixteen-year-old Vornado fan, which I admit had been showing signs of death for nearly a year, died.  None of my fan whispering techniques worked in my attempts to revive it.  These techniques included everything short of me doing a fan dance — shaking it gently, coaxing the blades with my steel letter opener (to avoid slicing off a digit I might need to use later) or turning the off/on button on slowly.  The hum the motor used to make was silent.  Frustrated I cried:

Me:  Please work!

My Beloved Vornado Fan:  I’m dead bitch!  I ain’t never gonna work again!  Don’t you get it?  You need to replace me!

Put that way, I went online and researched Vornado fans because I am brand loyal.  I also happen to have a backup Vornado, but it’s not an air circulator (Vornado’s preferred term for their fans) that could work the entirety of my garret.

Little workhorse Vornado fan that’s multidirectional and can blast air 65 feet.

During my research I discovered that Vornado now makes a tower fan.  When I was visiting my sister, Dovima, she had an oscillating tower fan that felt pretty good, but it was not a Vornado.  The Vornado tower fan doesn’t oscillate:

Vornado Tower Fan:  You don’t need no stinking oscillation!

The Vornado has a wide cooling zone so it blasts a constant span of airflow.  That works for me.  I did further research and I learned that my local Bed Bath and Beyond had the Vornado tower fan in stock.  It was selling for $99.99, but I created my 437th G-mail account to score a 20% off in-store coupon.  Including New York’s 8.875% sales tax the total came to $87.09.

The challenge was getting it home.  The box seemed to be taller than me, if I stood three and a half feet high but it was light, weighing around fifteen pounds.  I knew it was going to be bulky and I considered asking my companion to come uptown to help me get it home, but I knew what she would say:

Current Companion: Oh. My. God. You are so stupid! Just pay seven dollars and put it in a cab!  Promise me that you won’t carry it home yourself.  You’ll pull something or collapse.  Take a taxi!

Yet, I’d rather invest those seven shekels in a before noon movie screening at my local multiplex and then slip into another screening unnoticed since all women over forty have the invisibility gene.  I have yet to see Brave!

Realizing that it would behoove me to avoid this discussion with my companion, I didn’t seek her advice, I kept my seven clams pocketed and I decided to carry my ten-foot-tall-seeming Vornado tower fan home on a city bus.  I just made sure that all the senior citizens boarded ahead of me, but when a young woman tried to hop on before me and my tree-sized parcel, I flashed her my “not gonna happen” look and breathed a little fire.  She got the message.

Upon exiting the bus, I still had to carry my tower fan a short distance.

New Vornado tower fan resting outside my building. I am offscreen inhaling oxygen out of a tank.

Once inside my building, there was the Everest aspect of the journey, trekking up three flights of stairs without banging it constantly into the walls or against the doors of fellow tenants.

Where’s a sherpa when I need one?

If I encountered anyone annoying enough to ask me what was in my box emblazoned with pictures of the fan within, I was prepared to quote the old Woody Allen line, “Earrings.”  Fortunately, I made it into my apartment without bickering with anyone or straining anything.

New Vornado tower fan standing proudly inside my sanctum sanctorum. Offscreen, I am lying in a fetal position on the floor.

I set up my new tower fan quickly.  It has a remote control that is a nice accessory but it fails to work if you point it at yourself instead.

Warning: pointing at self will not activate tower air circulator.

Now, ten days later, as I currently bake, unlike others on the Atlantic seaboard at least I have electricity in my room full of steamy air blowing all around me.  Yet, fall and hot food and the return of hot companionship cannot come soon enough.

World class hot air circulators.

Lame Adventure 242: Damage Control

Earlier this year, I had reached the breaking point with my fan.  I am not referring to Milton, but my Vornado air circulator.  Even though Milton swears that my capacity for indifference to heat makes me the human equivalent of a hothouse plant, I am now at an age where my internal thermostat can soar from 98.6 to a million degrees in a tenth of a second.  Therefore, I have a greater appreciation for cool air.  I usually run my Vornado air circulator most days all year round.  I also find the hum soothing when I sleep.  Yet, I have been reluctant to have friends visit me in my sanctum sanctorum due to a cosmetic problem I had with it.  I had considered replacing my air circulator because of this unfortunate deformity, but the unit was functioning perfectly, and that seemed like such a rash solution.  The thought of seeing this loyal appliance standing in the street waiting for the trash collector disturbed me.  It sits across from my bed.  What if it suddenly had the capacity to speak, and it spilled its guts about things it has seen over the years?  This compelled me to log onto Vornado’s web site to seek a solution so we could stay together.  I was pleasantly surprised to see that Vornado products are manufactured in Andover, Kansas, a suburb of Wichita.

To: consumerservices@vornado.com


I have had the same Vornado 280 CS air circulator for over ten years, possibly closer to fifteen.  I am very happy with it and have highly recommended Vornado products to my friends, family, boss and colleagues.  It makes no sense to me why anyone would buy any other air circulator since Vornado products are so well made and tower over their competition.  My only complaint with my 280 CS is not Vornado’s fault.  One of my clumsier friends has knocked over my 280 CS, not once but twice, the last time knocking out spokes in the grill.  This chap is such a liability he is no longer welcome anywhere near my air circulator.  My grill now looks like a toothless poor relation.  I would like to replace my air circulator’s grill.  Is it possible to do so?  If so, where can I order a new grill to accommodate my 280 CS?  Overall, the unit continues to work as well as the first day I bought it.  It’s just looking much less pretty.

Thank you for your assistance.  I hope you’ll be able to advise me.

Best regards,

Lame Adventures Woman

From:  consumerservices@vornado.com

I would be happy to mail you a new grill free of charge. I will put one in the mail for you.

Let me know if you need anything else.


To: consumerservices@vornado.com

Wow, Adrienne, that is so generous!  It’s a pleasure to know that Vornado employs people that are as terrific as their products.  If my 280 CS could talk, I’m sure it would thank you, too.  Although I don’t feel like I’ve exactly won the Powerball lottery, this jaded New Yorker certainly was not expecting you to gift me with a new grill at no charge.  Therefore, I am experiencing a slight Blanch Dubois  “kindness of strangers” moment.  Vornado truly rocks!

Could you please send the new grill to my attention at my place of employ?

Ten days later …

Xmas comes early - new grill with intact spokes!