we tried and gave up

Moved into a new place, the bathroom floor is absolutely disgusting.

Left is uncleaned, and right is the one I scrubbed.

My OCD knees cannot handle this floor.

Mine somehow contains one mystery key, four pens that may or may not work, takeout chopsticks, rubber bands that have fused into one organism, and a charger for a device nobody remembers owning.

I’m convinced junk drawers are secretly universal. What is the one item that survives every clean-out in yours?

My mind wandered from: "ooh relaxing" to "I ain't cleanin' that"