As most of you are probably aware, the passenger door on my little Silver Saturn is slightly mangled and held together by mass amounts of gorilla tape and silver spray paint. All of this as a result of one horribly executed right turn onto a very tight street that can be found on UFindlay's campus.
Anyways, the required maintenance of this little mis-hap includes me redoing the tape and paint occasionally... It used to happen every couple months, but now that I've begun to care less and less, the routine has become more of a once-a-year event.
So, just a couple days ago, I made the trip to my friendly neighborhood Meijer to get the necessary supplies. When I made it home, I was just so excited, I decided to get started right then. So, in my kitchen I started to open the spray paint... now this can is very child-proof and is the kinda that requires a screwdriver to pop the top off... Well... that's when the situation gets a little hairy... In my attempt to remove to top with my trusty screwdriver, I apparently punctured a tiny little pin-sized hole in the actual can. Big deal, right? yes, yes it is... The incredibly combustible can of silver paint started hissing and spraying out all over my hands... arms... legs... kitchen floor.... so, what do I do?? I run... as fast as I can outside while trying to salvage the rest of the untainted kitchen floor, kitchen door, glass door, and deck... --all failed by the way... As I ran, I left behind a trail of silver and eventually just threw the hissing can over the side of the deck into the grass--where there is now a dead, silver patch of grass...
Who knew something so little could pack so much punch??
--and still leave me with silver freckles 4 days later???
