On your knees, biotch

Throughout Middle School, High School, and College, my summers were spent at Crossroads Ice Cream Stand in Dresden, NY.  One of the many things I learned while working there (other than the value of air conditioning -- we did not have it) was that there is no substitute for a good, old fashioned, on-your-knees floor scrubbing.  I complained about it at the time, and no one could stand to be around me because of the strong bleach smell, but it's one of the things that has stuck with me ever since.

One of the worst purchases that I ever made was the Swiffer Sweeper.  All it does is spread the mess around, spray sticky chemicals all over the place, and waste resources since you have to buy replacement pads constantly.  P is the only person who uses the thing, and every single time he does, I have to clean up after it.  

Tonight, I did what I've been threatening to do since we bought it.

I don't have time to clean up after my cleaning supplies.  I buy cleaning supplies to clean, not to make a larger mess.  And honestly, sweeper, I've given you PLENTY of chances.  Our relationship had to come to an end.  I think we both knew it wasn't working.  Please tell your friends automatic shower cleaner, daily shower spray and the rest to stay away if they know what's good for them.  We have a LOT of dumpsters in our alley (as you can probably tell from the picture).