and this bald dude rolled into the store in a wheelchair with his leg kicked up looking like some white trash honkey with his leg hanging out the window of his 1989 GMC Sierra. I felt bad for the dude because he couldn't reach the shelf to grab the budget paint that I assume he was probably going to mix into some gaudy shade of blue. I went over and helped him out and tried to convince him that he should probably take a step up in quality of paint. I think he was drunk because he tried to argue with me about all of the paint being made in china anyway, so why should he waste his hard earned money on some shiddy upcharged product. Whatever dude, take your paint and speed on out of here.
Then the guy figures that I am some sort of Tharealdonjuan and I am some drywall mason and he asks me how to repair a hole in the wall. I guess I should have bit my tongue and just pointed to the patch kits at the end of the aisle cap, but after he gave me some attitude for trying to help him out with the paint can, I wasn't feeling so generous anymore. I asked this guy if he had any pine trees in his yard. He said no, but his buddy B-Rabbit down on 8-mile had some trees in his yard. I was certain we weren't talking about the same trees, but I told the guy that he should get some drydex, you know the one that changes color when its dry and shouldn't be used in lieu of actual mud because it doesnt flex if the drywall shrinks/expands, and a pinecone from his trailer to mud the wall.
I told this schmuck to shove the pinecone into the wall, flat side out, obviously, and then mud right over top it. Expecting some sort of laughter from modern day Lieutenant Dan, I kind of just chuckled and awkwardly looked away. Dudes eyes LIT up. Dude popped up a wheelie in his two wheeler and rode his skinny ### straight to the register, checked out, then scooted out of the store.
Long story short, be nice to the guys you meet at Sherwin Williams or you'll be making repairs to your house with dead tree sex organs.