Wow. Walmart Actually Has Advantages?

So, Ari and Ashley have these cracking/peeling sections of paint on their walls the day before room inspections, so we break off a chip to take to Walmart to see if we can't find the same color so they can avoid the higher cost of being charged by the uni to re-paint, and there'll be enough to do so next year.

Well, first we had to wait for Ashley to get off work.

Then we stopped at Kofenya, where I discovered that I have become so accustomed to the taste of coffee that I was able to pick out that the Snickers latte was made with almond syrup in lieu of peanut.

Then we went to Walmart, where nobody was at the paint counter, so while Ari and Ashley (and Leslie, who came along, too) waited, I went to find a toy police badge for my murder mystery tonight.

While doing that, I got distracted at the big ball of board games. There are three Deal or No Deal games, people, THREE. That's three more than there need to be. Also, no go on police badge, so I've got a sherrif's that will have to play the role.

I get back to the paint counter as a batch of paint finishes shaking, as an employee had been found during my absence. The paint is way too dark. She tries again (sometimes there's some paint left from previous mixings somewhere along the way). Still noticeably redder, so she calls in her co-worker.

The co-worker sees our paint chip.

"Oh, is that Miami dorm?"

She busts out a binder of paint recipies. Taped inside the front cover is the recipie for Miami dorm wall paint. She advises us to not just paint over the wall, but wait for it to dry, then dirty it up a bit, and we chat about general avoid-the-fees, homebrew dorm repairs as the original employee, apparently her supervisor of some sort, plays the "I'm 'not' hearing this!" game before eventually just leaving.

Ashley appreciates this woman so much she throws her over the counter and has sex right there. I don't see the resemblance to the Russian cellist, but she says it's there. I guess I'll take her word for it...

Anyway, after that was a bit of jewelry/food shopping (concurrent, depending o who you were), and a lot of "Wait, what's that!" on the way out, and then home, where Ashley discovered that the spackle she bought to flatten out the wall pre-paint is actually the color of the wall. Woo.

Wow. Walmart Actually Has Advantages?

So, Ari and Ashley have these cracking/peeling sections of paint on their walls the day before room inspections, so we break off a chip to take to Walmart to see if we can't find the same color so they can avoid the higher cost of being charged by the uni to re-paint, and there'll be enough to do so next year.

Well, first we had to wait for Ashley to get off work.

Then we stopped at Kofenya, where I discovered that I have become so accustomed to the taste of coffee that I was able to pick out that the Snickers latte was made with almond syrup in lieu of peanut.

Then we went to Walmart, where nobody was at the paint counter, so while Ari and Ashley (and Leslie, who came along, too) waited, I went to find a toy police badge for my murder mystery tonight.

While doing that, I got distracted at the big ball of board games. There are three Deal or No Deal games, people, THREE. That's three more than there need to be. Also, no go on police badge, so I've got a sherrif's that will have to play the role.

I get back to the paint counter as a batch of paint finishes shaking, as an employee had been found during my absence. The paint is way too dark. She tries again (sometimes there's some paint left from previous mixings somewhere along the way). Still noticeably redder, so she calls in her co-worker.

The co-worker sees our paint chip.

"Oh, is that Miami dorm?"

She busts out a binder of paint recipies. Taped inside the front cover is the recipie for Miami dorm wall paint. She advises us to not just paint over the wall, but wait for it to dry, then dirty it up a bit, and we chat about general avoid-the-fees, homebrew dorm repairs as the original employee, apparently her supervisor of some sort, plays the "I'm 'not' hearing this!" game before eventually just leaving.

Ashley appreciates this woman so much she throws her over the counter and has sex right there. I don't see the resemblance to the Russian cellist, but she says it's there. I guess I'll take her word for it...

Anyway, after that was a bit of jewelry/food shopping (concurrent, depending o who you were), and a lot of "Wait, what's that!" on the way out, and then home, where Ashley discovered that the spackle she bought to flatten out the wall pre-paint is actually the color of the wall. Woo.