The scent of Glade Clean Linen brings back memories of childhood. It evokes the song a grandparent hummed while pulling fresh sheets and towels off clotheslines on a warm afternoon. It recalls summer days spent lying on the grass watching clouds drift lazily overhead, the sound of screen doors swinging shut, the joy of teaching a dog to play catch. It reminds us of country visits, running barefoot through a sprinkler and catching fireflies. As someone once wrote, "A clothesline holds our history, our personal stories, the progression of our families, the color and texture of our lives revealed in the clothing we hang on the line."As if anything would remind you of "the sound of screen doors swinging shut" when your spraying the bathroom full of some chemical in order to cover up the evidence of your latest activity.
But I have to wonder, what sort of hack came up with this tripe? And he got paid for it!
Oh gawd. Blow me.