As some of you know, I'm painting the inside of my house and was in need of more paint. The wife asked me to go and as a considerate husband and generally all round nice guy
I agreed. Well on the way to the store I got lost
and ended up at Child Amusements. Stuffed if I know how that happened seeing Mark's place is nowhere near the paint store.
Well things kinda happened, a bit a this, a bit a that and lo and behold I own a new pinball.
But that's not the end of the story
I finally arrive at the paint store and the guy's closing the doors.
I'm thinkin' no paint but look honey at the new pinney. For some reason my mind didn't show a pretty picture in my head nor what end result I conjured up (I bruise easily by the way).
Short of sobbing at the guys door, I tapped, I bashed, I begged for him to hear me out. After explaining what had happened, I picked the guy off the floor from laughing, and got the paint.
I've been painting since
(Do you know how long it takes paint to dry in a room that feels about 40 degrees below zero??).
Just by the way......anyone got a spare room they are willing to rent to me
Just kiddin' but I think I'm sleeping with my pinball trolley tonight. And that Mark for putting me in this situation. You sure you weren't a drug pusher in a passed life? cheers