Innocence lost, bewilderment ensues
I absolutely love it when people who don’t know what they are talking about insist on talking about something as if they are total experts. It’s even more fun when they convince me that they are an expert in something and I act on their advice. I’m such a rook.
I just spent half an hour breathing rubbing alcohol fumes and learning that permanent marker does not come up out of a carpet, even if you say you believe in fairies and clap your hands and use baking soda with the rubbing alcohol. I could keep trying, however I’m convinced what the rubbing alcohol does is let out so many fumes as you are scrubbing that you catch a buzz and no longer care if there is permanent marker on the carpet.
Wouldn’t it just be more effective to use schnapps and drink it where I can’t see the permanent marker?
I suppose the larger question here is do I have to keep trying the rubbing alcohol with baking soda scrubbing (or schnapps drinking) every day until I have enough brain damage that I permanently don’t care about the carpet?
I’ve used hairspray to get permanent marker off of stuff but never on carpet. I’ve also used toothpaste, again, never on carpet.
Thanks, I’ve used the toothpaste on tiles and wood, that does work pretty well, I don’t know about carpets. (I might have to try that.) Fortunately the marks aren’t very deep into the shag so if I get bored enough I might try snipping off the marked spots.
You poor thing. I grabbed a great big fat whiteboard marker one morning to use on the board because I had a visually impaired student. Entirely filled the brand new whiteboard in the brand-newly refurbished classroom. As I put the cap back on the pen, it was like those cartoons where the horrible realization hits, and the hideous thing fills the screen while everything else zoops backward. This is what filled my mind’s eye: “Permanent marker”
I turned to the class and said, in a doomed and hollow voice, “I am in such deep shit.”
One of the women jumped up and ran to the women’s studies department to get a bottle of alcohol (see, here’s where your experience dovetails with mine) and I just stood there, pale and sweating and mumbling fearful epithets and hating the idiots who make me use the chemical markers instead of my beloved CHALK, which can be used large or small without any fear of getting FIRED, and cursing the department admin who miss-boxed the big, fat PERMANENT marker in the whiteboard box! I felt like the Brain beset by horrible Pinkies.*
As the moments ticked by, and the permanent marker grew ever more inextricably bound by whatever chemical action takes place between permanent marker and surface, one of my students said, “Alcohol won’t work. You have to go over the marker with the whiteboard marker, and that will erase it.” Ha. Said I to myself. What does this young male human know about stain removal? Pish and tush, he’s putting me on. I’ll wait for the alcohol.
So I waited, and the alcohol came and I tried it and lo! no action did occur whatsoever.
So I grabbed the small whiteboard markers and I scribbled over the entire surface of the whiteboard, upon which I had writ large, and indeed the marker was removed! A miracle.
My job was saved. I was relieved and I was not fired and I learned a lesson that day.
Sometimes the people knows and sometimes the people doesn’t knows and you never knows which ones are the ones that do and which ones are the ones that don’t.
The End.
PS. Hope the stain comes out, but I wouldn’t scribble over it with whiteboard markers. Just sayin.
*http: //en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pinky_and_the_Brain
Wonderful story, oh the drama caused by writing utensils. I’m actually starting to feel a little like Captain Ahab when it comes to this stain.