I had to go to Home Depot today to pick up a quart of my yellow paint so I can finish one more wall. While my paint was in the fantabulous paint-can shaker, I went and browsed at other colors. When I returned, the previous three men working the counter had disappeared leaving one guy with "Mister" tattoed on his arm in script, and a long line. I took my place in line behind a old man with a full beard, thick glasses and an old painter's cap as "Mister" ran around trying to help everyone.
We waited. I knew that one of the cans shaking right in front of me was mine, and, being the chatty sort, I indicated the shaking machine and told Mr. Painter next to me, "Hear that? One of these is mine." He answered, "Well, one of those is not one of mine!" And we both laughed. (why is it that if he had been some incredibly gorgeous guy, I probably would not have said a word...just ogled in silence???)
Mr P: Ah you're just going to take it home and have someone else paint anyways!
Me: Oh no. I'm painting!
He looked at me astounded: You are?
Me: Oh yeah.
Mr. P: Are you painting inside or outside?
Mr P: Yeah, then you're painting.
Me: I'm not allowed to paint outside. It's not my house.
Mr P, looking sideways at me: Aaaah. Well, if you could paint it, what color would you paint it?
Me: Hmmm...I'm a big fan of white and red. It's a nice cheery look.
Mr P looks at my purple shirt: Why not purple?
Me with an incredulous look on my face: On a house? I don't think so.
Mr. P: If we were in Mexico, you would.
Me: Ah, but we're not, are we?
We both laughed again.
Mr P: In Mexico, they paint all sorts of colors.
Me: Oh I know! I'm from Florida. Certain neighborhoods have a bright pink house, right next to the bright green house, next to the purple house, next to the yellow house...
Mr P: They would do that here if we let them.
Me: It does have a certain charm.
Mr P: Then you wouldn't know if you're in Florida or California!
Me (laughing): Oh, I think you'd know!!
Then Mister came and pulled out a paint can, and plopped it on the counter. Mr. P says, "Well, there you go."The little dab of paint on top of the gallon can was brown.
Me: Oh, that's not mine!
Mr.P: Well, that's good because that is not a color for inside the house!
Me: No, definitely not!
Mr. P had a part of a medium green door frame that he needed to match. As we stood waiting and chatting, he told me about the lady he's doing some house work for...how she's fixing the house up to rent and she's moving to Indiana. We both agreed-who moves to Indiana for the winter??? He said he told her she'd be back. Mister finally came around again and pulled out my little quart, undoes the lid and puts the little dab of yellow on top.
Mr P looked at me over his glasses: Are you sure you're not in Mexico??
I didn't have the heart to tell him I have lime green and turquoise in the kitchen and that one of the walls in the living room is going to be red. We were having fun now. Mister came around again and pulled out two more paint cans. Being nosy, we started looking at those colors. One was a fuschia and the other was called guava jam.
Me: Ooh, I like that one!
Mr P. finally handed Mister his partial door frame and Mister went off to do the color match. I think Mister was starting to get annoyed with us because we were having fun and he wasn't. As it was time for me to go, we introduced ourselves. My new friend's name is Paul. As I told him my name (several times so he could understand it) he told me it's a beautiful name.
"Thank you, Paul"
"It means.... a picture without compare."