Yellow Door

So, it is VERY brown around here. The dirt, the buildings, the cars, the air--yes, even the air is brown--damn dusty. The walls of my office are brown. My desk is brown. The floor is brown. Dust brown everywhere... So, I need a bit of color in my life. Lo and behold, a can of bright yellow paint is sitting in the storage room along with a box full of those flimsy little foamy brushes. Oh, not everything is brown--my door is a big, hulking steel-grey thing. So the door is what I decided to paint--a nice big flat surface--no worries. Bright, cheery yellow...

I start painting. The paint has a bit of a film over the top--no good tools or sticks to remove it, but I press on with the foamy brush. This is a whimpy bruch for this super thick, rich, Iraqi oil-based paint. This paint is going on like butter--wow is it thick. Pretty soon I realize that it really smells too--smells like a gasoline spill in my office, and in the office next door, and in all the berthing areas down the hall. I have single-handedly done the impossible--I made the air in this place worse!!!

But the door looks great! Actually, it needs another coat, but I cannot bring myself to open the can again...