Yesterday was an extremely busy but satisfying day. I spent the morning and a good part of the afternoon painting fire hydrants for an Eagle project my neighbor was doing. It was fun, hot, and a very good use of my time if I do say so myself. The only downside (and I wouldn't even call it too much of a down side) was that I left the service project with my hands covered in red paint. I looked like I had been involved in a boxing match and bloodied up my hands. As people would notice my hands they would ask what had happened to them. What had I done to have so many cuts and sores? My arm even got a little of the paint action and I have a splotch on it that looks like a pretty decent bruise. My response to their question was that the I was now the new heavy weight boxing champion for this district. Other responses included that I couldn't talk about fight club and that you should see the other guy. Of course I am the type of person that can't leave a story with someone if it is just a joke so I would inevitably let them in on the true fact that I had spent the day painting fire hydrants red, but the reactions that I would receive from the first version of the story were quite amusing.
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Yes, this looks a lot like blood but luckily
it is not and I was able to get most of
it off. |
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| My "beat up" hands |
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| You should see the other guy. |
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