He peered into the broom-care kit and picked up the polish, reading the label closely. Not that he doubted his HOH, but Vickers has always doubted brands that claim to be "the best". He never believed reviews, and even when he would give his friends and acquaintances the benefit of the doubt, for him nothing would ever be listed in the superlative category unless it has the Vanderbilt seal of approval.

He reached for a new rag this time-- a red one-- and struggled with the jar's cap for a moment before it finally gave way and came off. He dipped the red rag into the jar and scooped about a knut's size of polish, the resealed the jar.

He peered at the dollop of a polish before folding the rag into it, then worked it into the cloth. After a while he reached out for his broom again and started swiping the rag against the shaft, the polish coating every surface it came with contact with. Vickers worked the wax into the wood from top to bottom, then allowed the polish to settle.

Now he waits for the buffing.