Is that not what everyone thinks about while they are on their knees, double layered in latex gloves washing, scrubbing, PRESSURE cleaning out the garbage can?
I do. I must be insane to wonder that something that was designed to hold garbage; milk bottles, leftovers, egg shells, chewing gum (which escapes the confines of the trash and sneaks to the sides), half eaten apples, to name a few, and the less aggressive perpetrator of the Paper Family gets stinky. Rudely stinky. And then I shake my head and think “Gee, how in the world could this happen” “Disgusting”!
Cleaning Ladies “Don’t do windows”. Why? Or rather “Why not”???? There isn’t any dripping milk on them, no mashed potatoes, strawberry yogurt, eggs (10-31 only), Gum (lie, it gets there too, told you there sneaky). What’s the hang up? Pane glass phobia? Not challenging enough? Then attempted my garbage can if the answer is the latter!!!!
There are things worse than a chore that requires latex and a skill of holding ones breath for an ample amount of time. Removing Cactus needles with tweezers from a curious 2 year olds hands comes to mind (yes, true story), walking on shaved glass while your hairs on fire (not a true story but an uncomfortable visual), or finding out that the electric razor that is not waterproof? ( neutral. Hasn’t happened…yet)
So the question, moral of this story, or however you end such a delicate topic as this ….I guess…is keeping something clean made to accept trash, sanitary insanity???
Thank you.
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