Scrub, Scrub and Scrub

I must get down to washing the floors. I refuse to smile and look happy though.

I remember my parents had a machine something like this that polished the kitchen floor and scrubbed the rugs. That was in the late sixties or early seventies, but I don't recall who manufactured it. It worked quite well to keep a pet filled home shiny and sweet smelling.

The high heels crack me up. I mean PLEASE!