Date: Sun, 23 Mar 97
zzsimonb wrote:
9am saturday Greg thinks (and I agree) that we should have a beer to get us into the swing of moving drywall.
This reminds me of the time I laid new vinyl flooring in our kitchen. Since this
was the first time I ever attempted to put down vinyl, I was amazed that (after hours
of painstaking, meticulous work) the floor turned out perfect. I mean flawless, perfect,
beautiful. A rare gem amongst the various other home improvement projects I've undertaken
that were marred at some point by overconsumption.
The next day my friend Brian comes over to help me move the appliances back into the kitchen. Of course it was my obligation as a good host to compensate Brian's efforts with a couple of good beers before we got started (definition of a couple is six or seven). So with a good glow on, we pick up the stove and begin carrying it in.
As I was saying "put 'er down gently, Brian", he sets one corner down and gives it a hearty push. RRRRRIIIIIPPPPPP goes the floor. A friggin' 16" trench (or a "teensy scratch" as Brian described it) is now smack in the middle of my handiwork.
I just sat down in a corner and seethed, morosely scratching at the top of a paintcan with a chisel. So Brian tries to console me. "Hey Jim, cheer up and I'll get Noreen to make you a Margarita. The floor still works just fine."
Several Margaritas later the floor looked pretty good again.
-Jim
(Brian's defense remains "If you wanted quality work, you wouldn't have poured me all those beers." Gotta love that guy.)