Scrubbling bubbles… Erika’s going to kill me for putting this on the site, but here goes. Last year when she had her last Jetta, we went to the car wash to clean it up. She doesn’t do that sort of thing often, but when she brought along an assortment of cleaning tools and chemicals, I didn’t think twice. However, in the midst of washing the car, I noticed her using the scratchy side of a sponge, scrubbing like mad, trying to get rid of a dull spot in the paint. She couldn’t understand why the harder she scrubbed, the worse it seemed to get. I got a good laugh out of that one, and at least she learned her lesson on the old Jetta rather than the new one or my Volvo.
Just now, waiting for my coffee to brew, I noticed that my Museum of Modern Art mug was starting to get a little shabby. The MoMA lettering was dull in spots. I promptly took a scrubbing sponge, and – well, the rest is probably obvious. And no, that’s not glare on the mug in the picture, where the “Art, New York” is missing the bottom of its letters.
