When the hell did it become necessary for bubbles to come with an extensive fine print akin to Microsoft’s terms of service.
I was looking after my niece yesterday and she loves bubbles. I, however, had none in the house. So we popped over to the variety store and checked the shelves. Saw Crayola had a little bottle of colored bubbles for sale. A couple bucks later we had what we needed … or so we thought.
We get back home, she opens the bottle, and in seconds her clothes and the kitchen floor are bathed in an orange goop closer to food dye than bubble liquid. The “spill resistant” top did anything but resist spills—unless Crayola doesn’t count splatter patterns.
Aghast at the mess that was made, I checked the bottle and saw a litany of directions for the Crayola Washable Colored Bubbles. Meanwhile, the kitchen floor, counter, and my niece’s new pants and shoes became stained a hideous orange. @#$%!