I was going up and down the aisles of the hardware store, knowing what I needed but not finding it. My desire was to paint some outside furniture and I was looking for exterior, bright red gloss. Evidently I wasn't even close. It seemed each shelf only had interior paint.
Being female in a hardware store is sometimes intimidating. Now I am not a delicate flower, use to being pampered by a super handy male but neither am I fluent in hardware speak while sporting a two hammer holster. I'd say I am about a C minus student when It comes to home improvements.
Finally a nice male clerk about my age noticing my bewilderment, approached with the magic words. “Do you need some help?”
I told him of my quest and off he went. I followed him like a faithful puppy down the several aisles till we came upon the exact thing I was looking for. 'Ah, today will be productive after all,' I thought.
I asked him to “shake it up” for me ( Sadly I was referring to the can of paint ) so we went to the paint shaker and indulged in small talk while the can vibrated. Then it happened. Bless his heart, he started emptying his lungs all over me with a series of violent , starting from the toes, head busting coughs.