So the husband cleans carpets for a living. He’s in and out of dozens of homes in any given week and every now and then he comes home with a really awesome story. I’ve been thinking about starting a series here and sharing the stories as we go. Today he came home with too good of a story not to share…so here goes tales from the floor, episode 1.
As many of you know we live out by Lawrence so this time of year is a lot of cleaning empty apartments and sorority/fraternity houses before the new wave of students wanders back to town. Today he was called in to clean the Sig Ep house which according to him is the dirtiest frat house he’s ever cleaned.
Example 1: He is there today mainly to clean the tile and as he goes over things with the house mother he tells her the grout is fairly dark to begin with, so it should clean up fairly well. He was mistaken…not in that it didn’t clean up well but that it wasn’t dark grout to begin with. It actually wound up being just that dirty.
Example 2: As he moved onto the carpet, he discovered gum…everywhere. Which leads me to wonder does gum just inexplicably fall out of frat guy’s mouths? And why oh why are they not picking it up. Im gonna say alcohol may play in here somehow.
Example 3: While cleaning around the gum, his assistant comes up and tells him he has found stuff on the carpet in another room and he can not identify it. The husband follows him into what appears to be a peanut butter war zone. There is peanut butter on the walls, the ceiling and piles of it in corners. I’m not even going to speculate here.
When all was said and done, it took them from 8:30 – 4:30 to clean 3000 sq. ft. of tile and another 3000 sq. ft. of carpet.