The biggest issue people have with our land lady is her method of cleaning. Now to clarify we aren't a bunch of dirty people. We clean after ourselves and she comes in to do a deeper cleaning. One day out of the week she cleans the bathroom, living room and kitchen. The day she chose was Sunday morning. Imagine that someone comes into your home Sunday at 8am to clean your bathroom. Sunday is everyone's day to sleep in. Even God sleeps in on Sunday and wakes up to hot wings and football.
Her primary weapons in the war on dirt is bleach and ammonia.
For those who don't know:
Household bleach has a chemical formula of NaOCl - that is, one atom each of sodium, oxygen, and chlorine. Its chemical name, for the curious, is sodium hypochlorite. Ammonia has a chemical formula of NH3 , that is, one atom of nitrogen and three atoms of hydrogen. When these two compounds are combined, the following reaction takes place:
2(parts)NaOCl + 2NH3 --> 2NaONH3 + Cl2 .
Do you see that Cl2 on the right hand side there? This means one part chlorine gas, made up of diatomic (two atom) molecules. It also means that the chlorine gas has been liberated from the bleach, and is quite capable of causing you harm when inhaled!
An average Sunday morning involves me and the roommates waking up and having to open all the windows and/or leaving the house. How she manages to stay in that bathroom and clean is beyond me. I went out and bought Scrub Free Clean Shower. It's a product you spray on the shower that cleans it without the harsh chemicals. When she saw the spray she asked who bought it. I said I did. I told her that it is better to use as it doesn't try to kill everyone in the house.
"How does it disinfect?"
"It's chemicals." I said.
"But the chemical smell disinfects......."
She said other things but I didn't hear them. The human body has various inner safe guards to prevent damage. We sweat when we get hot to prevent overheating. I think our brains turn off when a we hear something so stupid it to continue to hear it would give you an aneurysm. My brain gave me the 'deuces ' sign and punched out like Maverick in Top Gun.
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