The home stagger that recently visited recommend I use the "Mr.Clean Magic Eraser" to clean the scuff marks and grime off the walls and base boards. (for those of you who don't know a home stagger is someone who recommends how to stage your home for sale). "It works wonders! I just love the product" she gleefully told me. There was even a bit of awe in her voice as if the "Mr. Clean Magic eraser" really did have a bit of heavenly magic hidden in it's spongy interior.
I, however, was a bit more skeptical. First of all Mr. Clean and I have never really seen eye to eye on stuff. I see him every week hanging around the Wegman's cleaning isle. He spends his time trying to pick up women and even men using everything from slick advertising to coupons to get into as many homes as possible. "Look, I just don't see spending the extra two dollars when I gallon of simple green and a sponge have worked just fine!" His muscled arms folded over his crisp, extra white t-shirt while he flashed me a smile. I wasn't buying it (no pun intended). I will admit that I did buy his "magic eraser" one other time only to have it literally disintegrate in my hands after five minutes of scrubbing.
Ok, so here I was again. Do I give this guy another chance? The commercials show a woman scrubbing a counter top then tossing it to her neighbor who scrubs scum off his lawn furniture. He then tosses it to another lady who scrubs crayon off the walls. All the while Mr. Clean stands behind the actors watching them. Do you think he could get off his khaki butt and help? But I digress. I plunked down five bucks and bought two "extra hefty duty" magic erasers.
At home I wet the first sponge and tested it on the base board in the hall way. Scuffs lifted easily. Maybe Mr. Clean had changed his ways. I tried it on the wall in the stair way and it worked! But wait, a little piece of the sponge was torn away apparently from my vigorous scrubbing. Nooooooooo, stay with me Mr. Clean. Pace yourself! I worked my way down the steps with the "heavy duty" "magic" eraser disintegrating every step of the way. By the time I got to the bottom of the steps the stairwell was clean but all I had left of the eraser was a sad little pile of grey cellulose.
I showed Nat what was left of the once "magic eraser". "It's just a five dollar sponge" she said. And she's right!
2 comments:
Love the humor and originality of youre relationship with Mr. Clean.
He still looks the same age as when I met him before you were born. So what's his secret. Maybe we should be using the sponge on ourselves. Ha Ha.
Stagers rarely stagger. I know that every night Amber staggers to her bed. She and Nat have been working beyond what Mr. Clean can do to get the house ready and pack for the move. Mr. Clean can't give enough shine to outshine Amber's
enormous task she has been handling over these past nine months.
I really don't see what the big deal is about a $5 sponge. That's all it is. I saw first hand what happened to the "magic eraser" and it's true.
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