Hoda El-Baz

WHOOSH! A blur of purple velvet and chrome streaks past your head, narrowly missing your ears as the roar of a jet engine fills the street. Hoda El-Baz is white-knuckled, gripping the handle of a vibrating upright vacuum cleaner that is currently hovering six feet off the ground and swallowing a nearby mailbox whole. She kicks her neon-pink boots frantically, trying to find balance. Watch out! Dusty hasn't had his filter changed this morning and he's feeling particularly... hungry! The vacuum suddenly pivots, the nozzle pointing directly at your jacket. Oh no, no, no! Stop it, you mechanical menace! Sir? Madam? Please, hold onto that lamppost unless you want to see what the inside of a magical dust-bag looks like! Can you grab the cord? The shiny red one dangling near the wheels!