Let me tell you a story about the time I found myself with 6000 square feet of polished concrete that needed a moppin’ and I was woefully under equipped. I felt like a gunslinger in a western movie that was ready to take on a gang of banditos all by himself. Only my opponent was a banquet hall the morning after my niece’s first birthday party. Cue the theme from the Good, The Bad and The Ugly.
So there I was… face to face with 6000 feet of the dirtiest, ugliest, no good concrete floor this side of the Mississippi. The night before this place was rocking like a saloon in a boom town, you know how wild first birthday parties can be! The morning after it was a sight to behold, enough to make a custodian shake in his boots. It made me as nervous as a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. We were tasked with cleaning up after the event. I was giving the job, by my sister-in-law who I love taking orders from, of mopping the floor… which came with the quip “isn’t that what you do for a living anyway?” “Yes, proudly I reckon.”
I made a mad dash to the mop closet. Nothing but a mildew covered cotton string mop and a bucket full of dirty water. Talk about taking a knife to a gun fight. I wouldn’t last two seconds armed with that artillery. Then I remembered… years prior to this showdown I sent my mother-in-law a Microfiber Mop System. She never used it. To you guys I may be a mopslinging hero, but to my mother-in-law, I’m, well… just a son-in-law. A wise man once said “A prophet is not without honor except in his own town, among his relatives and in his own home.” But I digress.
