Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Gene Hackman, you promised. And you didn't deliver.

Two nights ago, we went to a big-box home improvement store. We bought paint. There were two guys working the paint counter- both were older. One had those wire-rimmed square-ish older man glasses on (the ones where the lenses probably get dark if they're exposed to the sun) and really seemed to be into talking about paint. The other one really didn't seem to care. We got the apathetic one. I watched longingly as another couple laughed with Square-Glasses and pored over paint chips.

It's a rare day when I go to a big-box store for anything. (This is not so much b/c of any politicial whatever. I don't have a car and don't live near a big-box deal.) But one thing I do do is watch a lot of teevee. And I've seen those commercials for the big-box home improvement stores, the ones where everyone is smiling and the employees of said big-box stores look plain old thrilled to be talking to customers about caulk. I'm not saying I expected that experience....I mean, I know commercials lie to me. But I was kind of hoping. I sort of felt like I could trust the place. They hired Gene Hackman as the voiceover guy for their commercials! Come on. Plus, we were buying paint, for God's sake. It was sort of exciting. I've never painted my own place before. And getting the dude who just didn't give a shit while watching the big-box home improvement store commercial happen to somebody else right next to me? Kind of sucky.

Then there was the part where Aa, Aa's dad, and I got in a fight about paint finishes over by the lighting fixtures. It's hard to storm away from someone when you're basically in a warehouse and are scared you'll get lost and left behind.

We are currently at DEFCON House 1.

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