Stupid cleaning stories.

Along the same lines, my first vehicle was a 1978 GMC pickup truck with vinyl seats. Right after it was passed along to me I got the bright idea to spend the afternoon cleaning it up. I scrubbed inside and out and then went after it with the Armor-All. The seats were looking dull so I gave them a good coat along with the dash.
Sudden stops were quite an adventure until that gloss wore off. :smack:

I Armor-All’d the dashboard of my first car. Nearly blinded myself when the sun was anywhere but overhead. I could not see a damned thing against the glare off the shiny dashboard…

This is why one of the property managers really doesn’t like renting to young, male university students. Oh, sure, they’re nice boys, and their clothes are clean, but you just know… It’s pubesfelt time.

Heh. Weren’t “smelling salts” ammonia? Weren’t they supposed to keep you from falling down? :slight_smile:

Smelling salts were usually a salt of ammonia - ammonium carbonate, not the pure stuff:

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So the ammonia fumes would irritate his membranes and it’d be like a smack in the face.

My stupid cleaning stories are just the usual getting halfway through and giving up!

My grandma once told me a story about how she decided to get naked and scrub the bathroom with ammonia and bleach. She passed out and my grandfather had to retrieve her. I wasn’t going to tell it, because I generally avoid thinking about that story, but this thread just keeps popping up, and there it is again…the thought of naked grandma. shudder

Well, they did at least dispose of it. They could have put it up on the wall as a trophy. Or worn it as a hat.

Zsofia, maybe they should have taken the easy way out and just replaced the toilet seat. That’s what I do. :smiley:

My sister did the same thing - but with laundry detergent. Such lovely white foamy bubbles, everywhere!

I was your typical guy, cleaning an apartment before I moved out…

I knew that the blackish residue in the bottom of the bathtub was anchored in lime depsosits… so, I dumped in about 5 cups of CLR and went off to do some other cleaning while it took effect on the nasty stains.

And I forgot it was full strength.

Later on, I came back, and decided it was time to scrub the residue out of the tub. I plunged my bare hands into the liquid.

For about 10 seconds I scrubbed merrily away, until my nails started to hurn.

turns out CLR also disolves finger nails.

Luckily I had a container of water nearby (the toilet bowl), so I plunged my hands into the bowl. I had forgotten about the toilet bowl cleanser I had poured in there. A lesson in chemistry.

My nails did grow back, and were not completely eaten away, , but the skin on my hands, was badly burned by a two stage chemical reaction.

Lesson learned.

I will never clean my tub again!

Grin

FML

This is sort of a cleaning story. The babysitter put Mr. Bubble in the wading pool for us kids. You should not be in contact with Mr. Buble, for hours in the sun, because you will break out in a raw rash that lasts for days after.

What about vinegar? That’s what we use for fabric softening around here. Or salt? I seem to remember something about salt killing bubbles.

I’ll have to whip some up (not in the dishwasher) and expediment.

Accidentally mixed bleach and ammonia here. Was gutting or cleaning a house with some friends. One person came through, sprayed the bathroom surfaces with ammonia-based supplies, I came through with bleach …

luckily someone was right on my tail, recoginzed the dangerous smells and dragged me out of there before I did more than mediumly irritate the throat and lungs.

Now I stick to baking soda and vinegar and boiling water for most cleaning. From time to time I’ll attack the mold that doesn’t scrub off with a bleach pen.

While a clean, shiny motorcycle is nice, do not use Armor All on your bike’s seat or tyres. Learned that one the hard way.

Here’s what happened when I decided to clean behind my oven. And the first response there also has a link to another fun story about a perhaps-toilet-brush.

Oh, and speaking of toilet brushes, there’s this gem: Ye Gods, Man! What The Bloody Fuck Are You Doing?