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Fri 29 Dec, 2006 07:58 pm
I've been painting my house. Today I returned to my favorite paint store for a new gallon of trim paint. I brought the paint home and opened the can to discover that the paint was not the right color.
I called my favorite paint store and explained the problem: this paint wasn't just a shade or two off - it was a completely different color. Half of my house was already painted with the old color and this new color wasn't going to work at all.
I took the old can and the new can back to the store. It turns out that it was the FIRST can that was mixed incorrectly!
And I like the first color better!
They mixed me a new can using the old color as a guide and then asked "Do you like that other color?" I said "Yes I do but it won't work for me. Sorry." and they said "If you want it you can have it."
So now I have a whole gallon of really nice, expensive paint to use at my own discretion!
It must be my lucky day.
Have you ever had a happy accident?
Nothing that could rival that.
Not even that almond/dog testicle holiday gift?
Hmmm, you might be on to something there.
I'm a happy accident. No wait, maybe a horrific accident.
Slappy Doo Hoo wrote:I'm a happy accident. No wait, maybe a horrific accident.
<snork>
My mom held my four month old sister in her arms when the doctor informed her that she was pregnant with me.
She was not so happy.
She cried and cried.
And then she cried for real.
But they liked me anyway.
Parents are suckers.
Boomer, you are a terrorist......... and paint is your weapon.
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