She came walking down the hall, pulling a vacuum cleaner behind her. She was working, and I had come to visit. She smiled at me, struggling to pull the vacuum.
She was trying to look all cool as she walked towards me, with the vacuum tube draped over her shoulder. But she walked towards me the nozzle part of the vacuum fell off. She looked down at the ground, looking back up at me with an embarrassed face.
I laughed my head off, and she started laughing too.
She was beautiful and hilarious, and I loved her.
