Okay, there would be world
peace, good jobs for all, a take-down of the Wall Street big-wigs and banks, a
bipartisan Congress, spending limits and time constraints on the campaigning
process… You get the idea.
But I’m talking about some
basics here. Stuff that’s a part of everyday life and gives us major agita.
Appliances and surfaces,
large and small: sinks, shower stalls – Things that we use each day that are
just plain difficult to clean and keep clean. In terms of surface design and
construction material, they require way too much elbow grease.
A stove surface is obviously
exposed to high heat and spill-overs. Why should that be so hard to clean?
Despite daily wipe-ups, there’s crud that can’t be scrubbed off. Sure, use the
burner pans, but then there’s twice as much surface that needs to be scrubbed.
|A scumless shower stall?|
Shower stalls, fiberglass and
otherwise, are magnets for soap scrum. Can they make a scumless soap? Or a
surface that repels the scum? Or bottle a team of maids, like the TV commercial,
that charge into the stall as you emerge, dripping, to scrub it down? Who has
the discipline and time to spray the surface with some chemical and/or scrub
daily when it takes moving heaven and earth just to get out the door?
And that doesn’t take into
account the black crud that relentlessly grows in every nook and cranny of the
stall. Naturally it’s discovered during the shower after you’ve broken your
back scrubbing, and believed you did a good job.
If I ruled the world, those
who design and manufacture these things should be required to live with them
before releasing them to the public. Give them a toothbrush to scrub out those
nooks and crannies. It should be part of the quality control process. You know
the design would be different.
And those products touted as
miraculously eliminating scrum/grease/grime with a single swipe? What planet
are their manufacturers living on? Moreover, what surface, owned and maintained
by a perfectly coiffed and perfectly dressed resident, gets that dirty?
What about the woman who just
smiles when the grape juice being carried in to her on a tray by her kids
spills on the white dog, which then shakes and purple-izes the entire room?
Scenes like these need the
caveat, “For schmucks only. Not indicative of real results.”
Next on the list, aluminum
foil boxes, which have probably not changed since the product was put on the
|A box of foil that stays closed?|
The boxes do not close,
despite the “tuck edge in here” slit at each end, and the roll inevitably falls
out. After complaining to Reynolds about its packaging, I was told there was a
perforation at the end that, when punched in, would secure the roll. Right!
First, you need a drill to get through, and ultimately the ends come apart.
(Oh, and they sent me a coupon.)
Second, if you manage to push
in the ends, the roll does not pull freely, which means it still falls out of
the box and out of the cupboard where it is stored because it doesn’t close
properly and fits awkwardly with the other storage-type boxes.
Fix a few of these things and
I just might support you for a presidential run.
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