OK, back at my computer and all caught up.
What a day! Dad and I had a helluva time. Went to Bardstown to a new piddler mall that just opened. Bought a few nonessential items.
Came home, did dishes, then headed to the workshop to put bed liner on my speakers. Everything went well until I decided that two coats would be good enough for today. I went to the hose to wash off the brush and roller and nothing happened. No black water. I looked at my hands and said "what the hell". Went in and read the box and it explicitly says to not get this stuff on your skin. Says to wear latex gloves. I've got a huge box of latex gloves in my shop for just this sort of thing. Aaarrgghh!
So, I go in and put some paint thinner on a rag to get this stuff off my hands. Nope. Won't touch it. I read some more and it says that it is gasoline proof. What! I read a little further and it says to clean up with xylene or acetone. Who has that kind of stuff laying around? Well, I happen to have a can of acetone because I'm that kind of guy. Wouldn't clean it all off. Worked OK on the back of my hands but not on the business side.
It'll wear off sooner or later. Mostly later.
Since we've gone this far, let's talk about the biggest subject of the day. I went to a local dollar store to pick up a disposable paint pan to use on my project. When I entered the store, some chick looks at me and with enthusiasm says "Hey, how are you doing?" I tell her I'm doing fine, ask her how she's doing, and head out looking for a paint pan.
I grab the pan and head up to the front. She's in line in front of me. I stand there and she turns to me and calls me by my first name. I'm staring at her and don't know who she is. Then she tells me my last name. I tell her I'm sorry but I don't know who she is. Then, in front of God and everyone she says, "well, I guess you knew my name when we were having sex".
True to form for me, I asked her what kind of time frame were we talking about. She said 25 years ago because she was 45 now. I told her that I had been a lot of places in the last 25 years and that I was sorry I didn't remember her.
She paid and left and the cashier was checking out my paint pan. I said, " am I supposed to know you too?" She said she was 20 and knew everyone she had had sex with. I said "damn". She told me she was just joking and commented that 25 years was a long time. I said yes it was and then turned to the dude behind me that heard the whole thing and said " do I know you too"? He said he wasn't from here but it sounded like a helluva place.
I came back home and told my wife the story and she said that chick couldn't have been much if I didn't remember her. I said yeah, but she remembered me all this time. Wife says, "that's because it was 25 years ago. If it was last week she would have already forgotten". I laughed and then said "hey, that's not funny" she asked my why I laughed and I said "because it's true".
Now you know why my mind wasn't totally on the project at hand and I look like I work at a walnut factory.