misty bleach colored memories...
okay,
so i was just sharing this lovely story with someone in a ruined carpet situation...and it was just too funny not to post here for posterity's sake. hahah. mike=idiot
once upon a time, i bought some kitchen/bathroom floor cleaner (while in a temporarily insane domestic mood). little did i know, it was mostly bleach. and i knew even less about how the cap to said bottle could come loose quite easily. which it of course proceeded to do in the floorboard of my car. my new car in fact. leaving the previously pristine dark grey carpet a nice L.A. hooker shade of blonde/white. all this is taking place while im driving down the street in raleigh. i pull in to a parking lot. lovely right? no way to clean it out...i mean...it's all foamed up and soapy and bleaching everything it touched. i was hysterically/maniacally laughing in a parking lot at a barnes and noble grabbing everything in my reach to soak it up while then tossing the bleach soaked grenade blobs of wendy's napkins out the door into the lot. it was hillarious. nothing shows you your place in the universe like a completely helpless situation. but anyway, the moral of this dragging story was that i drove it up to a car care place who took about an hour to match and dye the carpet back. and it was not in any way noticeable. it was amazing. i love you juan the carpet technician. hahah.
i kill me.
xoxo
me
so i was just sharing this lovely story with someone in a ruined carpet situation...and it was just too funny not to post here for posterity's sake. hahah. mike=idiot
once upon a time, i bought some kitchen/bathroom floor cleaner (while in a temporarily insane domestic mood). little did i know, it was mostly bleach. and i knew even less about how the cap to said bottle could come loose quite easily. which it of course proceeded to do in the floorboard of my car. my new car in fact. leaving the previously pristine dark grey carpet a nice L.A. hooker shade of blonde/white. all this is taking place while im driving down the street in raleigh. i pull in to a parking lot. lovely right? no way to clean it out...i mean...it's all foamed up and soapy and bleaching everything it touched. i was hysterically/maniacally laughing in a parking lot at a barnes and noble grabbing everything in my reach to soak it up while then tossing the bleach soaked grenade blobs of wendy's napkins out the door into the lot. it was hillarious. nothing shows you your place in the universe like a completely helpless situation. but anyway, the moral of this dragging story was that i drove it up to a car care place who took about an hour to match and dye the carpet back. and it was not in any way noticeable. it was amazing. i love you juan the carpet technician. hahah.
i kill me.
xoxo
me