I have a bad feeling about this.
Today is the impending return of the ILs. It could happen at any moment. They get up really early to drive, you see. I should be looking for things to clean even now. Although the last time they returned to a sparkling clean kitchen, MIL honestly seemed pissed that there was nothing to complain about. I kid you not.
This morning I showered as soon as I woke up, in order to get the hell out of the upstairs bathroom (FIL's) before they returned. A couple of the little girls had showered in there yesterday, and there were some splats of pink conditioner on the wall. I had noticed a device on the shower wall earlier that looked like a miniature water cooler. Peering 'round the back had revealed part of a label depicting those little scrubbing bubble guys, so I determined that this was some sort of cleanser. (Have I mentioned that MIL is a sucker for any sort of gadget ever invented?) Perfect. I could use this stuff to tidy up the shower a bit. I couldn't really tell where it came out, but there was a nozzle-looking protuberance at the bottom around the back. Strange placement, but OK. Pressing the blue button, I studied the contrivance for signs of emerging cleanser to no avail. Hmmm. I pushed the button a couple of more times. And then it hit me. Right in the eyes that is. A fine stream of those little scrubbing bastards shot right into my eyes. Both eyes, as it happens, because it turns out that the damn thing rotates back and forth as it shoots out its vile stream of caustic poison. I scrabbled to reach the shower nozzle (which I had turned on for cleaning purposes) so I could turn it off and get the hell out of Dodge, and - you guessed it - got it again. Shit. I uttered a mild expletive, ran to the sink and washed my eyes over and over again. The left one's still a bit pink.
GuTTer MuNKi asks how absurd is it that though most (innocuous) products are plastered with dire warnings, this one has nothing?
I have a bad feeling about what this day holds in store for me.