Carpets are, like....stapled into the ground. Do you mean rugs?

Yes, that's the point I'm making. You can't machine wash a carpet, therefore I'll never own a house with it.

(god, you people can be so dense sometimes)

Yeah, that's on me. I was expecting you were an idiot that didn't know the difference carpets and rugs.

Edit: what do you mean, you people? What demographic have I been assigned?

it bends a fair bit

that was our problem. we had to get the thickest plastic mat because the ones specifically for office carpet are flexible as fuck. a thin sheet of plywood (we have a few pianos and soft "hardwood" floors what get grooves in them when you drag a piano across them, and a thin sheet of plywood protects the wood from the piano. i imagine the same plywood would work great for this if you could get at least > 1.5m x 1.5m sheet. it was just easier to get the plastic.

From the sidelines, the category is Pedantic autist.

You guys act like vaccuums don't exist. Carpets are fine, you're just neuroticly germophobic.

I see the cat too.

Pedant, sure. "Autist" feels like a strange addendum.

This is one of those moments where I wish I were already wealthy, because I'd love to drop a few grand to test that hypothesis.

Honestly, I wish you were wealthy too. So you could afford to see a therapist about what's clearly wrong with you mentally.

Instead, we'll both have to console ourselves this: an offer for you to go fuck yourself, free of charge.

Anyone who's ever removed a carpet knows that vacuums dont do much.

There's probably more "you" in the form of shed skin in your carpet than there is actual you.

Yeah you're not really beating the charges now, lol.

I mean, my work boots and some shoes live by the front door, so I hope people get the point.