I am the average sort when it comes to cleaning. I adore a clean home; however I just couldn’t appear to get to the level of clean that would bring any kind of satisfaction.

So I started on a trek to resolve this quandary. As I was surfing Television channels early one morning I ran across a barrage of infomercials.. Mops moving over kitchen cupboards, vacuums sucking up everything, dusters gliding gracefully, kitchen floors sparkling clean, all done in a matter of mins and the women still stayed neat. These things I knew I had to have. Drawn into the guarantees I started a never ending obsession of ordering product after product making a delivery parade to my front door.

On receipt of the products I might painstakingly open them one at a time and merily begin my cleaning routine with avid expectation of cleaning ease. Opening packages, assembling products, following enclosed directions soon led straight to a closet full of used contraptions and my home still wasn’t clean. My miracle mop didn’t work a miracle, my swiffer made me sweat, my dust vac nutty me the dust sack, my electrical brush electrified my feelings as it slid aside from my defective efforts, and my shower spray made me grey from the strain of rinsing the residue down the drain. Something just wasn’t right and I couldn’t work it out.

Thinking that it’s got to be something that I wasn’t doing correctly with the products, I reread the instructions and retried the widgets. Still getting the same result, I reviewed the infomercials and took notes as I noted the demonstrations, again, the same result. Knackering of this annoying routine I ultimately laid all those cleaning widgets to rest promising never to touch them again.

Eventually one day as I was leaving my office, I spotted the “environmental engineer” out of the corner of my eye. She had a duster with an extension arm just like mine. As I watched her glide the duster with the best of ease at that moment I felt myself freeze.

Old feelings of cleaning excitement were starting to rise as I caught her cleaning act. I found myself blurting out, “You know, I have the very same duster, color and all.” As she turned in my direction I ultimately realized what my problem was… My cleaning devices were missing the most vital piece – - the Woman at the end of the handles!

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