Then I saw my couch. Dark blue fabric covered in pink candle wax splattered all over the armrest, hardened and stuck deep into the seams. She tried to say she “accidentally knocked it over” while dusting and that she was going to fix it. Fix it how? Melt it deeper into the fabric? That couch wasn’t cheap, and now it looks like a crime scene because she wanted to play interior designer in my place.
I didn’t even thank her for cleaning. I just kept pointing at the wax and asking her how she thought this was acceptable. She started apologizing, saying she was just trying to do something nice for me. I told her nice would’ve been not touching anything at all. She left looking upset, and I haven’t called her since. If she’s going to “help,” she can start by not ruining my furniture.
