I wasn’t planning to clean. No tip, no hack, no brunch advice prepared me for this. One minute, I was folding towels. The next, a message popped up: “We’re heading over!” I froze.
The bathroom. I hadn’t looked at it in days—maybe more. I walked in, gave it a glance, and immediately noticed the smell. Not bad, not good, just that lingering mix of humidity and soap scum.
I checked under the sink. Nothing. No wipes, no cleaner, not even a half-used sponge. Just floss and an empty bottle of something I didn’t recognize.
Then I saw it: a dryer sheet. Used, soft-ish, stuck to an unfolded shirt in the laundry pile.
Why I Grabbed a Dryer Sheet
Honestly, panic played a role. I figured swiping the top of the toilet tank might at least make it look like I tried. So I did.
