Friday, April 03, 2009
How Clean Does Clean Have To Be?
'Didn't you notice anything when you came in?', asked Mrs.B when I returned home from work today. Her stern look tells me that I better had noticed it, but what can it be? It's not that she has a new haircut. Not that I'd notice that, but luckily I remember that she has an appointment with the hairdresser's tomorrow, so that can't be it.
'The car', she says in a voice that tigers use to inform their prey that they're going to pounce... right now.
'Go look outside.'
I obey, like the good little strong independant man that I am.
'Ah, I see. You've cleaned the inside of the car. Very good, it was so dirty.'
The tigress' look tells me that insulting her right before the pounce will do nothing for my chances at survival.
'I! Did! The! Outside! As! Well!!!'
'Really?', I reply while digging my grave even deeper than it already was. 'At first I thought you had, but then I saw the roof was still dirty.'
'Well yes', Mrs.B admits, 'I didn't clean the roof.'
'Look, and there's dirt on the bonnet too, and on the windows. And on the wheelcaps.'
'I did all those, but I can't get the dirt off! Look, it's etched into the paint!'
'Maybe we should wash the car more often', I reply while trying to remember when we've last spunged it down.
We did wash it since we bought it, three years ago. I mean, at least once.