Late yesterday afternoon, a woman had a can of paint taken from one of our Lowe’s stores in Abilene.
And I found the culprit.
For context, you might want to refer back to my post, “I Can’t Fix Stuff.”
After work, I ran to Lowe’s to get a gallon of paint for my storage shed. While the paint was being mixed, I disappeared down an aisle to find a roller. As I returned, the kind man said, “Your paint is on the counter.” So I grabbed it, came home, and rolled it on.
Just as I got to the bottom of the bucket, I saw the words “interior paint.” Not good. I had explicity asked for exterior paint. I couldn’t believe they’d given me the wrong can.
But, knowing myself and my “fix-it” history as I do, another possibility popped into my mind. I called Lowes, asked for the paint department, and spoke to a kind young woman there.
“Has anyone reported a missing can of paint this afternoon?”
“Actually, yes. We mixed a can of interior paint for a woman, but then when she returned we couldn’t find it.”
“I think I found it. I got the wrong gallon by mistake.”
“Don’t worry — that happens all the time,” she lied. “Just bring it back in.”
“Now the bad news. I’ve already put the whole gallon on.”
“Didn’t you notice that it was the wrong color?”
“Well, both cans of paint fell into my VERY broad category called ‘tan,’” I explained.
I think I could hear her muffling a laugh.









