I'm concerned...
All things happen in three's, right? That is what they say, isn't it? Well, that's what has me concerned. I am not interested or ready for number three...Let me back up, the other day before I painted my walls I painted my ceiling. All was going well and it was going from beige (ick) to white (yeah) with no problems. Then, as I was completely across the room and as far away as humanly possible laying some drop cloth, the paint spilled all over my brand spanking new wood floor. It was a mess. I started cleaning it up and getting things together but it was just too much and I couldn't handle it. I called my Mom. She came over and helped me. It is way better, but you can still totally see where it all happened. Sucks but whatever, I had moved on.
Today I decided that I needed to spend the day painting the new molding, bi-fold closet doors (there are 4) and the 3 doors I bought for the upstairs and I had a gallon to take care of everything. After a good 6-7 hours of painting (I know, it doesn't seem like much until you realize that all the doors, even for the closet, have those stupid panels so most of the work was cutting in...) I realized there wasn't going to be enough paint to get everything covered and second coated (they need it, I promise). So I took Cam and Summer back to my Mom's (they were both with me because my parents went to the beach for the weekend) and left them there while I ran to the Home Depot. It was fine and everyone was very helpful. I was checking out, at a self-check out place when the problems started.
I held the can of paint (Bher, ~$20) looking for the bar code, found it and proceeded to turn the can appropriately. Paint then poured unabashedly everywhere. All over my leg, shoes, the floor, the register, everything! Apparently the girl who had mixed it for me neglected to put the lid on - Oops! It was a complete mess. It went all over my shoes (Steve Madden) and pants (crappy paint pants, thank goodness I had ignored the voice asking me if I was really going into public dressed like that?). I was so embarrassed I couldn't do anything but take my shoes off and laugh. It was crazy. The assistant manager came over, with like a million other Home Depot people, and there I was barefoot covered ankle deep in semi-gloss white paint. It was too much! They were all so polite and concerned with me I could hardly stand it; I just stood there and laughed.
Needless to say my beautiful size 6 1/2 black suede Steve Madden shoes are ruined. Sadness.
I didn't want them to feel bad though because it could have happened to anyone, right? Plus I know it wasn't on purpose so I told them not to worry about it. They insisted on taking my name and the manager is going to call to repay me for the shoes, plus they game me a new gallon of paint for free when I finally collected myself enough to check out. Pretty cool, right?
So my biggest concern is this, 1. I spilled paint on my bedroom floor and 2. I spilled paint in the Home Depot... when and where is number 3 going to hit???
posted by Ali @ 9:23 PM
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