I was thinking about the term Happy Stink you have used in the past blog.

I once vacuumed up an entire container of Pecorino Romano grated cheese that fell all over the floor and then put the new dust buster on the charger. I recall thinking damn that worked out well. Several days went by and Steve was vacuuming crumbs on the couch and my dad was sitting on the floor watching something. That hot exhaust blowing out the side of the vacuum hit him in the face. He was not impressed, he said what the hell is that, get it outta here. He tossed it. I personally felt it was a happy stink.