A Big Fan Of Ceilings

I’m just gonna be real and pull back the curtain. We sell things here on Meh for a lot of different reasons but one big category is: they’re flawed. Maybe they’re missing one feature that people want. Maybe they’ve got a few features that nobody needs. Maybe they were fun ideas on paper but ultimately impractical in practice. Maybe they’ve just got a very specific look that turns people off. For whatever reason, people don’t want this stuff, so we get it and sell it for a price low enough that we hope it mutes the little voice in your head saying, “Do I really need this?”

But that’s not always the case. Occasionally something else happens. Occasionally, the mistake is not in the product itself. It’s somewhere else. Take, for example, this ceiling fan. What’s wrong with it? Nothing. Or, nothing except its unpronounceable brandname, Merwry. (Seriously, it looks like the response you’d give if your dentist, mid-filling, asked: “Hey, I forget: who’s the wizard in the King Arthur stories?”)

Actually, though, Merwry is a pretty trusted player in the ceiling fan game. In fact, folks on Slick Deals have given comparable Merwry models mega up-votes, even when they’ve sold for $20 more than this one. The only problem here is you don’t get to choose blade or fixture color. That’s it. Otherwise, these fans are just fine.

So how did we get it? That’s where things get interesting. These were custom-made for an apartment complex in Florida called “Shingle Creek.” But then the contractor went bankrupt and had to unload their stock.

Enter Meh.

So there you have it: what they are, why they’re actually okay, and how we got them. The only question left to answer now is, why’d the contractor go bankrupt? Perhaps it had something to do with the name, “Shingle Creek,” which at best evokes a stream filled with roofing tile, and at worst, a creek that gives you a chicken pox-adjacent disease that you definitely don’t want to see pictures of. Not very enticing, especially in a state of retirees.

On the other hand, it could be that a rival contractor trained a team of alligators to eat stucco. And by “rival contractor” we mean “deal-a-day site.” WINK!

Just kidding.

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WINK AGAIN!