midwest neurotica

Growing up there were two types of fuzz-busters in my house. First, there was dad’s. His was the kind that sat on the dash of the car to help him speed and not get caught. Then there was mom’s. Mom’s was the kind that took the stubborn little lint balls off of clothing.

Below is my fuzz-buster, given to me by mom upon departing for college - nearly 10 years ago! Today was approximately the second time I have used it. I had to replace the batteries, as the 10 year old ones were quite corroded. I was pretty surprised the thing still worked after sitting in a lonely laundry crate for all these years.

As I am packing for a week-long leadership training for work, I wanted to take a nice black tank with me. So as to not look shabby if there comes I time I remove my sweater, lint ball removal was imperative. I busted out the trust fuzz-buster and my tank’s armpits are now clear!

Before

After