Dirty Fingerprints!

I'm convinced in some ways that we never grow up. Or at least don't get all the genes required to be considerate all the time. Case in point:

As many of you know, I clean the common areas of the building I live in, and in exchange, I get to live here for free. "Sweet!" you say. Yes, "sweet", but I swear when I'm old, some doctor's going to tell me my arm has to be cut off from it's previous history of over-vacuuming.

Well, the building also has an intercom system at the front of the building that is brass. Yes, brass which requires polishing. And I don't mind polishing the brass or cleaning the three large plate glass windows at the front door and foyer. I like to make them sparkly clean!

HOWEVER, after cleaning them yesterday, I look at them this morning and there are smudgy fingerprints on both! And let me tell you, this is not a rare occurrence. It's as if visitors to the building are so exhausted by the two steps up to the landing that they just have to lean on something to catch their breath and "WAIT!, there's a pretty, shiny, brass intercom I can push my big meaty hand against. Woohoo!" Similarly, people do not use the handle of the front door to swing open the front door. No, it's much more fun to push against the glass. If truth be told, I really blame the UPS guys for this one....I'd be inconsiderate too if I had to wear those brown shorts.

Off to get my brasso and windex!