This is a love letter.
Dear Mr. Clean Magic Eraser,
I've never loved a cleaning product the way I love you.
A stubborn scuff on the stairs? A long-forgotten splash of tomato sauce stuck to the kitchen cabinet? Malicious mold (I think) in the bathtub?
You conquer them all.
"Magic!" I will literally exclaim, as I swipe you across a mark I previously thought indomitable.
Today though, today you really amazed me. Long have I scrubbed at the hard water marks across our shower door, and no amount of "put your back into it" or chemicals helped.
But that all changed this morning, when I finally put you to the task.
I watched in awe as you slew the monster, showing it who was king.
I mean, seriously—when was the last time my doors shined like this?
We may currently have no bathroom floor and only part of our bathroom walls, but gosh darn it, we have a clean shower.
So thank you, Mr. Clean.
You have my admiration, my loyalty, and my heart.
Note: Procter & Gamble did not pay me to write this letter because I'm neither important nor famous.