There is a thrill I feel when I go to a gas station and there is a good squeegee waiting for me. It’s an amazing little tool and having the right tool is often the only way to get the job done well.
The motion of doing it and watching the water disappear is soothing to me and I feel satisfaction in seeing the clean, clear glass.
I live in many lovely homes while dog sitting and now use squeegees in glass showers, saving so much time and energy in doing the wax on/wax off cleaning motion. The squeegee makes keeping it nice fun.
My love of the squeegee actually goest back to 1986 when I spent time on a kibbutz in Israel. The floor of the kitchen and dining hall were designed so instead of mopping, you would pour the water onto the floor and squeegee it out the door. I don’t have pictures, but the memory is vivid.
Long live the squeegee!