Over the past week, I've been on a bathroom-cleaning spree. The trigger for this was my ex-housemate's sink, which was encrusted with old toothpaste and drained painfully slowly. One by one I tackled the drain, sinks, tub/shower, toilet, mirror, and floor.
Lori's sink was by far the worst. Some hippie enzyme-rich drain cleaner worked marvels on the flow problems, especially after I (accidentally) removed the plug and discovered the wads of hair and fingernail clippings that were caught in it. Yuk. But now it drains pretty, and the next housemate won't have to deal with Lori's after-effects.
I take as much blame as Lori for the rest of the bathroom. After all, I didn't clean it either, and I think she at least occasionally gave the tub and toilet a once-over. For that reason the bathroom wasn't terribly grungy, just a little neglected. The shower and floor gave unexpectedly stunning results, because they're a sort of mottled brown that doesn't show up gradual grime very well but cleans up very nicely. The shower turned a shade or two lighter after removal of soap scum, and the floor has a whitish stripe where I scrubbed a little harder along the wall.
I'm obviously not a real stickler for cleanliness, since I managed not to clean the bathroom once since I've been living here, but the ease with which I was able to produce such stunning results is enough for me to institute a regular cleaning policy.
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