Over the weekend, after noticing our glass cleaner was nearly empty, I looked under the kitchen sink for a refill bottle I thought I remembered. Score: a big bottle of The Blue Stuff was, in fact, at the back of the supplies.
While refilling the bottle, I noticed the label:
Hmm. Let’s take a closer look, shall we?
Please join me for a profound moment of “What the heck…?”
How on Earth did this come to be with us? Because I can assure you, in 1985, I was racing home in the afternoons to watch cartoons. (Actually, I was still doing the same thing in 1999, but this is hyperbole, not science.) And my disposable income when I entered high school was disposed (as I’ve said before) on books and comics and cheap hair doo-dads, not on cleaning products.
Similarly, although I take digs at my Patient Husband for being Patiently Older than I am, he too was not of an age in 1985 to be collecting glass cleaner refill bottles. (Which indicates that this was the SECOND purchase of said product, since you need something to refill.)
Well then…where’d it come from? And wherever it came from, it’s managed to survive — unopened — at least five moves across three or possibly four states (depending on which of us generated this specimen).
Please don’t deduce from this that we never clean glass. In fact, we do, which makes this one’s survival (nay, its longevity) all the more surprising.
Did it come with this house? Perhaps the previous owners left it behind? And I’d almost agree, except that this window-cleaner is older than the house.
Color me stumped. I’ve run to the end of my archaeological knowledge.
Anyone would justify it for having a snit. “Oh SURE, don’t think about me until you need me. Why not put me back under the sink for another quarter-century? See if I care.”
But it still works just fine. I just hope it doesn’t have any friends lurking unknown in random cabinets or closets…