Hankster
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Lost count on how many times I wanted to get it off my chest. However, I was concerned that my stories will be labeled as Science Fiction. One or two short stories. Not sure if this qualifies for this thread...so here goes.
When I first retired back in '96, I chose to drive tour bus. I love to travel so what an opportunity. The day before I was to leave for a 1 week trip to Stowe, my wife mentioned about painting the interior of the house. She also pointed out that the dry wall looked terrible. indentations, a few small hairline cracks from house settling. I actually agreed with her. I explained that the walls needed to be repaired/prepared prior to doing any painting.
Oh I forgot. Prior to retiring I was teaching at a Leadership Academy in WWII buildings.
Okay, so I leave and come back a week later. I walked upstairs and froze. There was the whole inside painted. Looking familiar, I realized that the whole inside was painted the same color of my old classroom!!!!!!!!!!!!! I dropped my suitcase and it started down the stairs. My daughter worked on post where I was. The story goes that they were throwing the paint away. So guess what. What made it worse, the walls were the same. Dents, hair line cracks, little zits where you pick off via fingernails. End of the story, Cost me over $2500 to do everything.
One more. One day, on a Sunday, my wife (still the same one) says, she would like to paint the back bedroom. I said okay. She asks to go to Lowes and pick out some colors. We did and of course the other tools of the trade were bought. So stupid me, I am figuring this for a later date, sometime during the week. We get home and I start watching TV. It had to be the start of fall or very early Spring. It was still chilled outside. Well my wife walks by me and heads down stairs. Her attire was not the best. old jeans, old top, paint stained hat. I started to shake, sweat and develop stomach cramps. I looked at the clock and it was 4pm. What are you doing I asked? Paint the bedroom....why? Two hours later she is sitting on the floor painting. The smooth strokes turned to slapping. I knew something was wrong because she was also painting the outlets!!!!!!! At least the covers were off. I asked her to step away from the brush. She was painting everything. Her eyes looked like she just shot up a bag of H. Most of the time her actions occur when I am away for a week. When I go away I dread coming home.
Who do I blame? Her of course, but also the DIY and Home and Garden shows. I plan on suing both those channels. This has been going on for years. Anyway, I don't know if this fits in the title Tao. Also let me mention the dirty looks I got like I did something wrong.
Just a small example of early aging.
Don't get me started.
When I first retired back in '96, I chose to drive tour bus. I love to travel so what an opportunity. The day before I was to leave for a 1 week trip to Stowe, my wife mentioned about painting the interior of the house. She also pointed out that the dry wall looked terrible. indentations, a few small hairline cracks from house settling. I actually agreed with her. I explained that the walls needed to be repaired/prepared prior to doing any painting.
Oh I forgot. Prior to retiring I was teaching at a Leadership Academy in WWII buildings.
Okay, so I leave and come back a week later. I walked upstairs and froze. There was the whole inside painted. Looking familiar, I realized that the whole inside was painted the same color of my old classroom!!!!!!!!!!!!! I dropped my suitcase and it started down the stairs. My daughter worked on post where I was. The story goes that they were throwing the paint away. So guess what. What made it worse, the walls were the same. Dents, hair line cracks, little zits where you pick off via fingernails. End of the story, Cost me over $2500 to do everything.
One more. One day, on a Sunday, my wife (still the same one) says, she would like to paint the back bedroom. I said okay. She asks to go to Lowes and pick out some colors. We did and of course the other tools of the trade were bought. So stupid me, I am figuring this for a later date, sometime during the week. We get home and I start watching TV. It had to be the start of fall or very early Spring. It was still chilled outside. Well my wife walks by me and heads down stairs. Her attire was not the best. old jeans, old top, paint stained hat. I started to shake, sweat and develop stomach cramps. I looked at the clock and it was 4pm. What are you doing I asked? Paint the bedroom....why? Two hours later she is sitting on the floor painting. The smooth strokes turned to slapping. I knew something was wrong because she was also painting the outlets!!!!!!! At least the covers were off. I asked her to step away from the brush. She was painting everything. Her eyes looked like she just shot up a bag of H. Most of the time her actions occur when I am away for a week. When I go away I dread coming home.
Who do I blame? Her of course, but also the DIY and Home and Garden shows. I plan on suing both those channels. This has been going on for years. Anyway, I don't know if this fits in the title Tao. Also let me mention the dirty looks I got like I did something wrong.
Just a small example of early aging.
Don't get me started.
