Once a month, I have a cleaning crew that blows through 1880 and bails me out of squalor. They do a fine job and I have no complaints. I do, however, wonder why they do this. 
Seriously, what’s the point? (Forgive the pun.) It makes me feel like I’m living in a cheap motel.
Here is Good!
Keeping on Keeping On
And who wants somebody else’s hands on the toilet paper?
Eeewwwww!