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Virtual Painter for you decorator types.
Something you should know about painting is that most painters don't use paint just straight out of the bucket. What they'll do is pour out a little paint into a can, then pour some water into that 5-gallon bucket, and mix it up a little. That's called "boxing" the paint and it makes it flow a little better (plus last longer). So, there's this painter and he boxes his paint a LOT. Like, a gallon of water and four gallons of paint. Because of this, he's the cheapest painter in town.
Well, a church takes some bids for painting and he wins the job. But he bid it so low that he's really trying to save some money, so he boxes his paint even more than usual. He's trying to get it done before Sunday so he paints it Saturday morning, even though it's real humid.
Well, Saturday night up come a rain storm, and that boxed paint still isn't completely dry yet, so Sunday morning dawns brisk and clear and there's white streaks all down the sides of the church and it looks just AWFUL. The minister shows up and is just furious with it, and preaches a whole sermon about cheating and thieving. After the sermon, the painter goes up and says "Listen, I need to talk to you about the paint job, ok? I saw it this morning and I was a-praying and I said, Lord, this isn't right, I've done the people wrong on this, what ought I to do? And a voice came down, a voice only I could hear, and in words like thunder the voice told me...
"Repaint! Repaint, and thin no more!"
So this painter, his whole crew is down with the flu and he's got three houses to paint that week. He goes to the temp agency and begs for painters, but they haven't got a one. So he says he'll take anyone, and they give him a plumber, a carpenter, and a gynecologist. (Must be the high cost of malpractice insurance.)
Three days later, he's back at the temp agency, and the clerk excitedly says "Oh, we have some painters for you to hire this time!"
"No, no," he says, "I want to hire out that gynecologist. The plumber wasn't bad and the carpenter wasn't worth a shit, but the third house we got to, the owner forgot to leave us the key, and I'll be damned if that gynecologist didn't stick his hand in through the mail slot in the door and paint that whole three-bedroom house."
Something you should know about painting is that most painters don't use paint just straight out of the bucket. What they'll do is pour out a little paint into a can, then pour some water into that 5-gallon bucket, and mix it up a little. That's called "boxing" the paint and it makes it flow a little better (plus last longer). So, there's this painter and he boxes his paint a LOT. Like, a gallon of water and four gallons of paint. Because of this, he's the cheapest painter in town.
Well, a church takes some bids for painting and he wins the job. But he bid it so low that he's really trying to save some money, so he boxes his paint even more than usual. He's trying to get it done before Sunday so he paints it Saturday morning, even though it's real humid.
Well, Saturday night up come a rain storm, and that boxed paint still isn't completely dry yet, so Sunday morning dawns brisk and clear and there's white streaks all down the sides of the church and it looks just AWFUL. The minister shows up and is just furious with it, and preaches a whole sermon about cheating and thieving. After the sermon, the painter goes up and says "Listen, I need to talk to you about the paint job, ok? I saw it this morning and I was a-praying and I said, Lord, this isn't right, I've done the people wrong on this, what ought I to do? And a voice came down, a voice only I could hear, and in words like thunder the voice told me...
"Repaint! Repaint, and thin no more!"
So this painter, his whole crew is down with the flu and he's got three houses to paint that week. He goes to the temp agency and begs for painters, but they haven't got a one. So he says he'll take anyone, and they give him a plumber, a carpenter, and a gynecologist. (Must be the high cost of malpractice insurance.)
Three days later, he's back at the temp agency, and the clerk excitedly says "Oh, we have some painters for you to hire this time!"
"No, no," he says, "I want to hire out that gynecologist. The plumber wasn't bad and the carpenter wasn't worth a shit, but the third house we got to, the owner forgot to leave us the key, and I'll be damned if that gynecologist didn't stick his hand in through the mail slot in the door and paint that whole three-bedroom house."
