The independent spirit that at one time shaped this nation with its “can-do” mind set still lives today. It was my heritage of this philosophy and my own “know-it-all” attitude that taught me a life lesson in the importance of following instructions. Not to mention furnishing me with some practical experiences in the various types, characteristics, and cleanup techniques of paint. My troubles began when my parents traveled out of town for the day and I decided to surprise them by painting my bedroom while they were gone.
The color of the paint in the old can I found in the garage was a creamy white; just what I wanted for my bedroom walls. I opened the can, and proceeded to brush the paint on the first wall. After about ten minutes my eyes began to burn and my sinuses started swelling. Something was wrong. There was an irritating gaseous vapor coming from the paint on the wall. Then it struck me, maybe I should have read the instructions on the label before I started. I finally discovered the answer to my problem when I read out loud the instructions on the warning label, “DANGER! TOXIC: OUTDOOR USE ONLY,” I should have read this first, not that it changed anything at this point of my fiasco. However, I learned a lesson that I would never forget, read the instructions first.
My next problem compounded the first. The paint would have to completely dry before it quit emitting fumes. However, two hours later the sticky mess was as wet as ever and showed no signs of drying. Another quick look at the label through my watery burning eyes revealed the words “Drying time twenty-four hours.” I was sunk; my parents would be home in a couple of hours to an unlivable house. Panicking, I tried to wipe the paint off the wall, but it stuck like chewing gum on the bottom of a shoe. There was no way I could get it off no matter how frantically I tried. My second lesson was also the result of not reading the instructions, if I had read them I would have discovered how long the paint took to dry before starting my ill adventure.
I finally gave up on cleaning the wall. Waiting for my approaching fate, I decided to clean up my hands, face, and hair which were smeared with wet paint. Unfortunately soap and water would not remove the oily mess; it was stuck on me like a cheap tattoo and no amount of scrubbing would budge it from my skin. My heart sank not only had I destroyed the house I had also cream colored myself for life. “Oh Lord,” I exclaimed “What am I going to do now?” Another look at the instructions and I found out that there was something called paint thinner required to remove this particular paint. This brought me to another lesson found in the instructions, not all paints can be cleaned with soap and water.
Mistakes are a hard way to learn. Fortunately, my parents were in an understanding mood when they discovered my catastrophe. From that dreadful day on, I have tried to look carefully before I leap, which includes reading instructions. Furthermore, I make it a practice to avoid toxic omitting paints; slow drying paints and paints that do not clean up with soap and water, with all the revulsion my once independent spirit can muster.
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Reply:Then it struck me, maybe I should have read the instructions on the label before I started. Make this 2 sentences.
My heart sank not only had I destroyed the house I had also cream colored myself for life. My heart sank. Not only had I destroyed the house, I had also cream colored my skin for life.
Furthermore, I make it a practice to avoid toxic omitting paints; slow drying paints and paints that do not clean up with soap and water, with all the revulsion my once independent spirit can muster. Furthermore, I make it a practice to avoid toxic ommiting paints, slow drying paints.....etc
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The independent spirit that at one time shaped this nation with its “can-do” mind set still lives today. It was my heritage of this philosophy and my own “know-it-all” attitude that taught me a life lesson in the importance of following instructions, not to mention furnishing me with some practical experiences in the various types, characteristics, and cleanup techniques of paint. My troubles began when my parents traveled out of town for the day and I decided to surprise them by painting my bedroom while they were gone.
The color of the paint in the old can I found in the garage was a creamy white; just what I wanted for my bedroom walls. I opened the can and proceeded to brush the paint on the first wall. After about ten minutes my eyes began to burn and my sinuses started swelling. Something was wrong. There was an irritating gaseous vapor coming from the paint on the wall. Then it struck me, maybe I should have read the instructions on the label before I started. I finally discovered the answer to my problem when I read out loud the instructions on the warning label, “DANGER! TOXIC: OUTDOOR USE ONLY"! I should have read this first, not that it changed anything at this point of my fiasco. However, I learned a lesson that I would never forget, read the instructions first.
My next problem compounded the first. The paint would have to completely dry before it quit emitting fumes. However, two hours later the sticky mess was as wet as ever and showed no signs of drying. Another quick look at the label through my watery burning eyes revealed the words “Drying time twenty-four hours.” I was sunk; my parents would be home in a couple of hours to an unlivable house. Panicking, I tried to wipe the paint off the wall, but it stuck like chewing gum on the bottom of a shoe. There was no way I could get it off no matter how frantically I tried. My second lesson was also the result of not reading the instructions, if I had read them, I would have discovered how long the paint took to dry before starting my ill adventure.
I finally gave up on cleaning the wall. Waiting for my approaching fate, I decided to clean up my hands, face, and hair which were smeared with wet paint. Unfortunately soap and water would not remove the oily mess; it was stuck on me like a cheap tattoo and no amount of scrubbing would budge it from my skin. My heart sank. Not only had I destroyed the house I had also cream colored myself for life. “Oh Lord,” I exclaimed “What am I going to do now"? Another look at the instructions and I found out that there was something called paint thinner required to remove this particular paint. This brought me to another lesson found in the instructions, not all paints can be cleaned with soap and water.
Mistakes are a hard way to learn. Fortunately, my parents were in an understanding mood when they discovered my catastrophe. From that dreadful day on, I have tried to look carefully before I leap, which includes reading instructions. Furthermore, I make it a practice to avoid toxic omitting paints, slow drying paints, and paints that do not clean up with soap and water. With all the revulsion my once independent spirit can muster.
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