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I wear an apron when I paint. I tend to get paint everywhere. Nothing is safe. My hair, my nose, my shoes. The apron helps a little.

Earlier today I went out to get the mail and a woman was walking down the street with her baby and her dog. She gave me the most peculiar look and didn't say hi when I said hi to her. Instead she picked up the pace and walked on by like she didn't see me. "Hmm," I thought..."that's weird."

Then I looked down at my apron and realized I had red paint splattered all over me. It looked like I slaughtered something very big and very messy just moments before she strolled by.

Oops. Sorry lady. It's paint. I swear.