There are very few events left in life that give us a true of rush of excitement. Getting your drivers license, losing your virginity, graduating high school, and turning 21 pretty much top the list. After 21 there is not much to look forward to, which is why I recommend holding off on this until you know you are good and ready. When it first happened to me I had no idea what was going to happen and certainly wasn’t prepared yet it was still one of the most moving and memorable experiences of my life. So what the hell am I talking about? Well, using Scrubbing Bubbles for the first time of course.
I remember it like it was yesterday… Our house had gotten to the point of utterly disgusting. The bathroom sink had a layer of grime on that seemed it would only be beat by dousing it in gasoline and igniting it with a flame thrower. The stove, once white, was now the color of a 30 year veteran smoker’s teeth with the texture of a small martian planet covered in boulders of food particles. The countertops were a fantastic array of multicolored patterns, each with their own level of stickiness and rigidity. Surprisingly, the toilet seemed harmless. It only had a thin layer of dirt covering the top and lid. Upon further inspection I realized that the inside of the bowl somehow morphed into the rosy color of strawberry milk. At that point I knew something had to be done. To my surprise I found a can of unopened Scrubbing Bubbles underneath the bathroom sink. Never having used the product before I decided to give it a shot. I began with the bathroom vanity, spaying the almost mysterious white foam over every nook, cranny, valley, and desert the sink had to offer. I waited a few minutes per the instructions than began to wipe. My hand and the paper towel glided easily over the porcelain surface revealing, to my surprise, a gorgeous, sparkling, pearly white shimmer. Something my eyes had not seen for quite some time. I vehemently continued to erase all of which had previously covered the suffocated vanity revealing an end product that looked like it just rolled off the showroom floor (or wherever bathroom sinks come from). I figured, if it works this well on this, it should work just as well throughout the entire house. Man was I right. I went from surface to surface spraying, wiping, and revealing. I just couldn’t believe my eyes. My house was quickly transforming from something comparable to a frat house to a clean room that could be used for medical research.
It was simply awe inspiring. Never before had I been so moved and so impressed with any cleaning product. I thought they were all the same but I learned my lesson. The power of Scrubbing Bubbles is incomparable to anything else. Much like how I enjoy Panda Express yet never want to know how the food is made, I also never want to learn the secret behind this magical foam. Thank you Scrubbing Bubbles for changing my life forever.
Originally posted to Blogger: January 16, 2009
