The other day I was cleaning the bathrooms.  I sprinkled some trusty ol’ Comet® into the bathtub and got to work.  When I was done I stood up and continued with the chores.

When I walked over to clean the mirror I saw Jesus staring back at me in shroud-of-Turin-like glory.  Somehow the cleanser got on the edge of the tub and made an impression on my shirt.  I wonder if I’ll make the Wikipedia list of perceptions of religious imagery in natural phenomena.

Trippy.