The salesman in Home Depot is overly enthusiastic. I am browsing paint displays, with my hands full of swatches and colour books. He sidles up beside me, gives me what he apparently hopes is a winning smile, and then asks, “so you’re going to be painting?”
After we establish that yes, the reason I’m standing in a hardware store with paint swatches in my hands is in fact because I’m planning to paint, he gives a startlingly loud whoop and begins to beat on the nearest paint can like a bongo drum. He gives me another instance of that supposedly winning smile, then screeches “Well, today is a fiiiiiiiiine day to be shopping for paint!” loudly enough for the entire store to hear.
