By Jason Klein
Yesterday, the nation celebrated Independence Day.
My wife and I celebrated our five-year anniversary.
Married on July 4, 2008, our perfect day was almost marred by an untimely blemish – a bride’s worst nightmare realized.
Twenty minutes stood between my beautiful wife walking down the aisle in her immaculate white wedding dress. The moment she’d waited for, twenty-eight years in the making, was upon her. She was beaming with pride, and anticipation, when the bustle of her pristine attire clipped a goblet placed dangerously close to the edge of the table.
My wife holding her most important wedding day accessory.
Its contents: red wine. The aftermath: pure chaos.
My wife flopped into her bridal throne – surrounded by panicked bridesmaids – a blood-red wine stain tattooed the dress from just beneath her bust, all the way down to her knees.
Fifteen minutes until the ceremony.
As tears poured out of her frantic eyes, club soda rained from all directions. Anxious bridesmaids scrubbed to no avail. Dish soap, hand soap, seltzer, detergent…nothing. The stain seemed to be getting darker by the minute.
Ten minutes to go.
Facing the prospect of tarnished wedding pictures, a Clorox Bleach Pen miraculously appeared in the bridal suite. Fearing its contents might turn the dress yellow, my wife decided to cautiously test it on a small section of the stain…success!
Five minutes to go.
In a relieved state of euphoria, the pen was punctured in several spots and its cleansing juice was squeezed out, covering the stain. Within minutes, the dress was whiter than when she had purchased it.
Thanks to the Clorox Bleach Pen, my wife was able to confidently answer the bell, and walk down the aisle on time. When an untimely red wine stain put this into question, the Clorox Bleach Pen was the answer.
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