DIY disasters
I just can't do power tools. They always fly out of control and end up embedded somewhere they shouldn't. I've no idea how I've still got all the appendages I was born with.
Add to that the fact that nothing ends up square, able to support weight or free of sticking-out sharp bits and you can see why I try to avoid DIY.
Tell us of your own DIY disasters.
( , Thu 3 Apr 2008, 17:19)
I just can't do power tools. They always fly out of control and end up embedded somewhere they shouldn't. I've no idea how I've still got all the appendages I was born with.
Add to that the fact that nothing ends up square, able to support weight or free of sticking-out sharp bits and you can see why I try to avoid DIY.
Tell us of your own DIY disasters.
( , Thu 3 Apr 2008, 17:19)
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Painting
I knew a man years ago who was a painter. He did pretty good work and didn’t charge exorbitant fees, so he was pretty busy for a while- and then the economy got rather dodgy, so his work load dried up.
The local minister was a nice guy, and knowing Jimmy needed the work he got permission from the church board (or whatever they were called) to hire Jimmy to paint the church. Jimmy gratefully accepted the work and did the job in record time, so the church was again a beautiful gleaming white. The minister was so pleased with the work that he contacted other ministers in the area to recommend Jimmy, so suddenly he was busy again.
I knew Jimmy somewhat, and heard through the grapevine that he was cutting costs by thinning his paint down with water. I told him he shouldn’t do that, especially as it was essentially charity work, but he laughed at me and told me that God wouldn’t care- and if he did, he could paint the churches himself. As it really wasn’t my place to say anything, I let it go, though it bothered me a fair bit.
Apparently Jimmy got bolder and cut the paint further, until he may as well have been brushing milk on these buildings. Finally he was on his ladder, painting the steeple, when a wind blew and lightning hit the steeple and blew him off the ladder. He landed on the grass, bruised but otherwise intact, and realized that this was a not-so-subtle hint. He fell to his knees and cried out, “I’m sorry, God! What can I do to make it up to you?”
A booming voice from the heavens roared, “Repaint! And thin no more!”
(/coat)
( , Fri 4 Apr 2008, 20:41, 8 replies)
I knew a man years ago who was a painter. He did pretty good work and didn’t charge exorbitant fees, so he was pretty busy for a while- and then the economy got rather dodgy, so his work load dried up.
The local minister was a nice guy, and knowing Jimmy needed the work he got permission from the church board (or whatever they were called) to hire Jimmy to paint the church. Jimmy gratefully accepted the work and did the job in record time, so the church was again a beautiful gleaming white. The minister was so pleased with the work that he contacted other ministers in the area to recommend Jimmy, so suddenly he was busy again.
I knew Jimmy somewhat, and heard through the grapevine that he was cutting costs by thinning his paint down with water. I told him he shouldn’t do that, especially as it was essentially charity work, but he laughed at me and told me that God wouldn’t care- and if he did, he could paint the churches himself. As it really wasn’t my place to say anything, I let it go, though it bothered me a fair bit.
Apparently Jimmy got bolder and cut the paint further, until he may as well have been brushing milk on these buildings. Finally he was on his ladder, painting the steeple, when a wind blew and lightning hit the steeple and blew him off the ladder. He landed on the grass, bruised but otherwise intact, and realized that this was a not-so-subtle hint. He fell to his knees and cried out, “I’m sorry, God! What can I do to make it up to you?”
A booming voice from the heavens roared, “Repaint! And thin no more!”
(/coat)
( , Fri 4 Apr 2008, 20:41, 8 replies)
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