A Little Information Would Save You So Much Pain(t)

I have work early on Thursday morning, at 8. I'm an early riser anyway.

So, I got dropped off this morning, and there's a bit of a walk down a few flights of steps to get to the library. I usually take my time since I had it today.

I said hi to one of the maintenance guys because he seemed nice. He says hi back.

Then I begin to go down the concrete steps, going to grab the railing as I do because I don't always trust my legs. Halfway to my grabbing it, the maintenance guy yells, "DON'T TOUCH THE..."

But of course, I had already wrapped my right hand around the railing and subsequently covered my fingers in his painting job.

You know, there was an opportune moment for him to say that he had just painted that railing. Could have been when he said hi.

Because 15 SECONDS later, thank you very much, my hand is covered in oil-based railing paint in a particularly wonderful shade of black.

He offered me his rag and I wiped most of it off, but my fingers on the palm side are going to be slightly black for a few days until it wears off.

Nice, brilliant start to the morning. At least I didn't do something stupid like wipe it on my shirt. And at least I'm this unlucky often enough that by this point I laugh it off. It's just paint.

I hope the rest of the day goes better than this or I'll have a broken nose by nightfall.

Ta,
Bec

PS: I passed Public Library with a B. One down, two to go...