Before my brother went to Antartica, he scattered a few of his belongings amongst friends and family– a closet here, a garage there. One friend kept his car safe.
Well. He was supposed to keep it safe.
A couple of days before my brother cut his travels short to come home and help Dave and I during Dave’s surgery, we heard rumors that his formerly beautiful black Acura Integra:
was now blue. . . not a beautiful sporty blue. More like Smurf blue. (For those young readers who, God forbid, don’t know what or who a Smurf is, please follow this link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Smurfs)
What is worse than having your car painted Smurf Blue you ask?
Having your car painted Smurf Blue, poorly. As in, I have never painted a car in my life, but I think I will practice on your car. Oh, and lets use a paint with a flat finish. . .that looks a lot like primer.
What is worse than having your car painted Smurf Blue, poorly, you ask?
How about if we let your ex-wife pick the color. And “help” with the painting.
They even documented everything by taking pictures before, during, and after their little project.
In case you think I am exaggerating: