In college I was on the paint crew, I guess you can say I left my mark in many places on campus. When I was hired, my boss gave me a paint brush and said it will be the only one I’ll ever need for the rest of my life if I took proper care of it, and he expected it to be in my back pocket when I walked across the stage during graduation. It was.
That boss also stated he didn’t believe in using a paint roller. I can’t recall the reason, but it was something like he just didn’t trust them, people tend to use more paint than needed, and a proper painting technique is just as fast. With that in the back of my head, I haven’t used a roller in over two decades until last night to paint the ceiling of my back porch.
I don’t think it’s possible to reuse a roller no matter how well it’s cleaned. Maybe that’s why my old paint boss didn’t like them, they weren’t as easy to reuse as a properly cared for paint brush.
I also remember that boss telling me that I got paid by the hour, and if I worked too fast, then he would have to find something like stair rails for me to paint. You know, I think I’m starting to understand the reasons he didn’t want us to use rollers.
The worst thing I ever had to paint was a pipe fence during the middle of summer. The pipe fence surrounded the area where our Six White Horses are kept.
The two men most responsible for the maturation of my faith as an adult were in an interesting back and forth about faith and politics in yesterday’s Bag of Randomness. I think those two guys would really enjoy each other’s company if they were in the same room, and me having a theological discussion with both of them over a beer (well, Coke for me) would be a dream come true.
We decided to just roll the dice and repair the refrigerator.
WifeGeeding is going to another play this weekend with her mother, so once again I’ll be alone with the kids on Sunday afternoon. Gulp.
I’m sure 98% of men that have seen the Star Wars trilogy has pretended to use The Force when approaching automatic sliding doors.
Have tobacco products always been behind the counter?
Ya know, those automatic opening doors really do work better when you use "the Force" – rather than having to pause and wait for the sensor to see your foot as you approach, your hand is that much closer and will activate the door earlier if you sweep it in front of you, and that way you don't have to slow down while walking (and I tend to walk pretty fast). Much more efficient that way, I think.
The law requiring that tobacco products be kept out of direct contact with consumers was enacted around 1997+/-. They either have to be in a locked display or out of reach by consumers.
When I was a kid (when women wore long dresses with bustles) 1) cigarettes were sold in vending machines and 2) I could go down to the gas station or corner store with a note from a parent and buy a pack of cigarettes. Oh – and I remember $.45/pack cigarettes.
Ya know, those automatic opening doors really do work better when you use "the Force" – rather than having to pause and wait for the sensor to see your foot as you approach, your hand is that much closer and will activate the door earlier if you sweep it in front of you, and that way you don't have to slow down while walking (and I tend to walk pretty fast). Much more efficient that way, I think.
The law requiring that tobacco products be kept out of direct contact with consumers was enacted around 1997+/-. They either have to be in a locked display or out of reach by consumers.
I've had a beer with one of them. It was a cold one and time very well spent.
When I was a kid (when women wore long dresses with bustles) 1) cigarettes were sold in vending machines and 2) I could go down to the gas station or corner store with a note from a parent and buy a pack of cigarettes. Oh – and I remember $.45/pack cigarettes.
Now get offa my lawn!