A few weeks ago, I had professional grout cleaners come over to, well, clean the grout in my bathroom. You see, no matter how I tried to stop it, Rover, my dog, was always fond of that place. Unfortunately, my cleaning methods turned out to be sub-par, and Rover, in turn, got sick with having black mold in his system.

When Rover got sick, I decided it was high time to get some professional help in cleaning my grout. So I contacted them and we scheduled a date for their visit. They arrived a day or two after and immediately got on the job.

Once they started working, I was pretty wide-eyed with the fancy equipment they had with them. Me, having an interest in big machinery, looked on from a distance whilst they set up, plugged in the tools and started it up. It filled the house with a nice humming sound which meant my grout was finally being purged of the black mold. I felt reassured that Rover would be coming home to a clean house.

I decided to make some coffee for myself and the grout cleaning boys: I do make wicked coffee, and any man can appreciate a good cup. So, as they enjoyed theirs, I kept myself in the safety of my kitchen, sipping while watching them from a comfortable distance. I opened up the day’s paper, and tried to ease my thoughts.

I was either drinking too slow, or reading too much. But they were done by the time I was halfway through my second cup. Checking my watch, they’ve been at it for only a little over an hour. I like efficiency, and, after checking, i was able to see that they were indeed able to clean it thoroughly. It was white again! After Rover’s operation, he’ll be coming home to a clean house free of mold.