About an hour ago, someone in our office – the resident "handy man" – was asked to repaint an old cabinet with blue spray paint, so it would match a bunch of other bins we had outside. About a half hour later, he returned, having successfully completed his task.
However, he had also managed to accidently get copious amounts of blue paint on his brown hiking-boot style shoes. So much, in fact, that they're basically ruined. He wasn't too upset though, because they were old shoes, and only cost $30 in the first place.
Despite his nonchalance towards his new-blue kicks, one department here – exclusively made up of middle-aged women, for what its' worth – absolutely cannot get enough of this situation. First, they laughed, and made sure everyone else in the department knew what had happened, which resulted in a cacophony of cackles and 'Oh my God!'s.
Somebody even rounded up a digital camera and took a picture, to make sure this glorious moment was captured for eternity.
Then, once the din had died down, the cackles were replaced by all kinds of solutions – go to Wal-Mart across the street and buy new ones for cheap, use some paint thinner/solvent to try and take the paint off, etc etc etc....
Needless to say, the blue-shoes talk has now been dominating the office for nearly half an hour – the conversation, of course, still being led by an army of middle-aged marketing women.
This is the kind of "event" that excites them. Makes their day, even.
Sad, really.
*post-script: In the time it took me to write this post – about 20 minutes between other tasks – the conversation finally, finally died. Just as I was about to click "publish" however, somebody else brought it up. Again. And so it goes...
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