I’m back at work. Too soon if you ask me. Far too soon, if you ask my groaning body as today it hefted tretles around.
An afternoon rain shower gave me a early mark and after I zombie drove myself home, jelly exited myself from the car and gold fishly turned on the tap to start cleaning up my brushes, I started laughing.
I laughed because my wire brush reminded me of a Ali The Sidekick story. I thought I’d share it.
An Ali the Sidekick Story
I once found Ali cleaning up our brushes at the end of a work day. She was being very dilligent about it and it was pretty clear that she wasn’t satisfied with the job even when I suggested that the brushes were clean enough.
After a few seconds of watching her vigorously wire brush brushes:
Kate: ‘Ali, can I ask what you’re trying to do?’
Ali: ‘Get the paint off.’
Kate: ‘It is off.’
Ali: ‘No, it isn’t! Look!’
*Shows me the paint on the ferrule*
Kate: ‘Um, it’s the paint on the bristles that we try to get off with the wire brush, not the ferrule.
Ali: ‘I thought we did!’
Kate: ‘Nope. You need a scraper for the ferrule, not a wire brush. Have you been trying to clean the ferrule all the time you’ve been working with us?’
Ali: ‘ YES!!’
Darn, I love that girl.
She makes me laugh even when she’s not around.