Reader Abigail was cleaning her kitchen yesterday, scrubbing a few stains left by a pot on a white shelf.
That’s when she saw it:
Clearly, it’s a sign of the apocalypse. Or a boobquake. Or something.
Do you see it?! I’ll try to help…
If I were Abigail, I’d never wash the kitchen again. That would be heresy. Her best best is to charge for admission and then just buy a new house.