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rmSo I am trudging up the stairs to my place after fencing last night and there's red splashed everywhere.
Not blood, as the brain must immediately think when one is trudging anywhere after waving a sword aorund for a few hours, but paint. Car paint. Stinky, fumey, we're all going to die of suffocation car paint. Some idiot dropped a can of it in the stairwell, bam! EVERYWHERE and made no effort to clean it up. We opened all the windows in the house and put a towel against the door so the fumes wouldn't get in. We should have thought to open the windows in the stairwell, but it slipped my mind.
Today, it stinks less and someone removed the paint can, but it's still wet and still EVERYWHERE.
Not blood, as the brain must immediately think when one is trudging anywhere after waving a sword aorund for a few hours, but paint. Car paint. Stinky, fumey, we're all going to die of suffocation car paint. Some idiot dropped a can of it in the stairwell, bam! EVERYWHERE and made no effort to clean it up. We opened all the windows in the house and put a towel against the door so the fumes wouldn't get in. We should have thought to open the windows in the stairwell, but it slipped my mind.
Today, it stinks less and someone removed the paint can, but it's still wet and still EVERYWHERE.
