Oh dear God! What have I done now I thought as the silver inked pen I was using exploded all over my oak dining room table. Of course, although the table was partially covered to help prevent damage in case of an accident….the ink ended up all over the wood. It could not have poured on there so strategically. Help! (I scream) My boyfriend runs in, his first instinct is to take a picture. Of what, my new silver lined Oak table? (wtf? really!) I wipe up what I can, flick the damn camera out of his hand and run for the cleaner….somethings gotta work! I spray the table down and we both start scrubbing. I am freaking out, he is mumbling about the camera. That’s when it happened, the ink, like magic started vanishing. The more I spray, the more we scrub, the perttier it gets!! My table had never looked so good, so shiny. It was beautiful. As we stood back admiring our work of art, my boys walked in. I started with the whole story and was immediately interrupted by both of them. It is very rude to interrupt I remind them and continue with my story. They aren’t listening and it becomes obvious they are distracted by something. I finally slow down long enough to listen to what they were saying. Apparently there was a strong odor within the house……well now that they mention it….I have a headache….it smells like poison. Have they saved our lives? We look around and can’t find anything, I quickly grab the can of “Pledge” I had been cleaning with and show it to them….
“This is all I can think of….the silver pen exploded….I was so worried my table was ruined…..”
The look they gave me was priceless, priceless and humiliating.
“RAID, you cleaned it up with RAID???!!!”
Well, that explained the smell.
I guess I inadvertently grabbed the wrong bottle, they look alike, kinda. But hey, guess what??? It worked like a charm. My table never looked so good.
Then the fumes took over….don’t remember much after that.