So I come home last Friday to find my maroon building spotted randomly with pink paint, looking rather like it had developed a case of the chicken pox and been daubed with calamine lotion.
"Ah, it seems that they will soon be changing the color of my residence!" I thought.
I was wrong. The plan was to repaint it, but to renew the regular color as opposed to replacing it. The odd pink spots turned out to be primer. I know this because the painter dudes explained it to me this morning.
I was able to sleep in a bit today and woke to the sounds of FM talk radio and dudes talking about Tiger Woods.
"Ah, it seems that today is the say that my residence will be painted!" I thought.
I got out of bed and walked to the bathroom to get the day going, commando style because that's how I sleep in the summer. I did not occur to me to look behind me. When I came back into the bedroom I saw that one of the top of a ladder framed in one of my windows. A painter dudes was working on the wall immediately outside my bedroom. He broke eye contact as soon as it was made.
"Didn't know you were right there," I said.
"Sorry," he said.
"It's cool," I said.
Then I sat down and meditated.
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Those pink splotches kinda freaked me out a bit. It seemed like the house was being infected by the pink stucco three doors down. I'm moving from said pink stucco to your abode this fall and the last thing I wanted was to see the pinkness follow suit.
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