Funny story; a few weeks ago, we had our good friends Sage, Brad and their two boys over for a Sunday evening dinner. Towards the end of the evening, Wyatt, their “toddler” popped into the kitchen with an empty wine glass dutifully attempting to help with the final cleanup of dishes. We’d had a Merlot along with our meal and soon discovered that someone hadn’t finished their glass. Apparently, it was not empty prior to Wyatt bringing it into the kitchen, whereby we discovered a nice dark wet area with deep red hues on our light tan carpet near the table.
Long story short, Jodi and I broke out the steam cleaner, doesn’t everyone have one in their cleaning closet, and started the task of cleaning the carpet. To be clear, we’re not that “picky” with this carpet and frankly, well, we HATE it. Sage was mortified and kept apologizing profusely. We made every attempt to let her know, that it was no big deal. Really. We kept telling her, now we have yet another reason to rip this crappy carpet up and put down new flooring. Don’t worry…. we’re not bothered. And… the truth is/was, we didn’t CARE!!!
Last weekend, they stopped by briefly to pickup the jeep for Brad and discovered that the stain was still there, no matter how strong our cleaning attempts had been, it didn’t “disappear” and had a light pinkish hue as a reminder of our little helper. I know Sage was really concerned and I had attempted to stand on the area so she wouldn’t notice. It didn’t work.
Fast forward to today Tuesday April 1st. This morning I bound down the stairs to find that a new stain had appeared. I took a picture of the area near the table and discovered this “Miracle”. I’ve sent off the picture to Sage, but haven’t heard back yet on her “take” on the little spillage Wyatt accidentally left us.
eBay, here we come!!!
