the best-laid schemes of mice and [wo]men
It was, if I do say so myself, a rather good plan. I had intended for my first post to be a review of my much-loved Hitachi Magic Wand; sadly, the universe had other plans, and the universe won the coin-toss.
My Hitachi Magic Wand is dead.
Why would you do this to me, Hitachi Magic Wand? Have I not loved you (almost) exclusively for a year? Have I not defended you from my significant other’s laughter at your clunky appearance and loud sound? Have I not dutifully stayed on my side of the bed so that I wouldn’t accidentally unplug your power cord?
Well, yes, I damn well did. All of it. And my Hitachi Magic Wand betrays me. Woe. And I don’t even know what I did.
Sunday morning, my traitorous Hitachi Magic Wand was working fine. Very fine, in fact, even if I do say so myself. But Sunday evening, I go to turn it on, and my once-beloved Magic Wand sounds like a drill. Worse still, there is barely any no vibration. Only noise. It wasn’t dropped, or damaged, or flung at the wall or hung from the ceiling, or fed to a lion. My Hitachi Magic Wand just… stopped working. And instead makes noise.
True to its now-revealed treacherous nature, the Hitachi Magic Wand chose just (literally, twelve days) before the manufacturer’s warranty is up to break. Long past being able to return it to the store I bought it from.
I just hope they will honour the warranty outside of the US. Otherwise, I’m screwed.
And not in a good way.