When I was about six our family, for some reason, stopped at a joke shop. The owner of the shop contrived to drench my white shirt with some kind of “ink” that stained it blue. Dad thought it was hilarious but mom, probably because she did the laundry, was incensed. The guy had to reassure her that it would disappear by itself.
Sure enough, over the next fifteen minutes or so while we were still in the store, the blue faded away leaving a damp spot where it had been, and a half hour later even the damp was gone, leaving no trace where it had been. Now, the blue was not a real deep blue, more like the azure the Pilot Iroshizuku Kon-peki on this pen seller’s site.
Although the dampness took a while to evaporate, I recall it being colder than water evaporating would have been. Any ideas what the fluid might have been?
Those mixtures don’t always disappear altogether. Sometimes you won’t notice until after you wash the clothing and you’ll notice discoloring. Maybe not as bad as when I was a kid and clothes weren’t as color fast as they are now. But I’d avoid spraying that on someone else’s clothes.
It isn’t 3 molar sodium hydroxide on your shirt–it is 10 ml of 3 molar sodium hydroxide diluted into 1,000 ml of water and ethyl alcohol. Big difference.
Shouldn’t be any problem obtaining thechemicals.
yeah, and not just the safety standards…standards of behavior were different too.
Nowadays, marking up somebody else’s kid could probably get you sued, or arrested.
ahh…the good ol’ days…
[edit: Ooopss–just realized this is GQ. Sorry… I now return you to our regularly-scheduled thread]
The OP reminded me of the days when large department stores lost enormous amounts of business because employees would follow female shoppers around and spray them with perfume, often without asking them first.
I did get asked once and I am no female. I had just entered the store when I was rapidly approached by someone in full-Goth brandishing one of those old-fashioned atomizers with the squeeze bulb on a tube. “Would you like to try Opium?”
It was one of the few times in my life I did a full-blown recoil. “No!”