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.