quaidmon
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When I started working with a carpenter 28 years ago I did a lot of painting for the customers. My father asked me to paint his bathroom ceiling so I went to the paint store. I picked out my paint and a woman started to add up my bill, the owner came out of the back room and started talking to me like I was there yesterday. I don't think I've been in that store for 10 years, but I'm now in the computer as a valued customer and get a discount.
My father used to go to a different paint store and always liked an old painting that was on the wall. He said he would like to buy it but they would not sell it. About 20 years ago he and my mother went in to look for wallpaper and they gave him the painting.
You got to love small towns.
My father used to go to a different paint store and always liked an old painting that was on the wall. He said he would like to buy it but they would not sell it. About 20 years ago he and my mother went in to look for wallpaper and they gave him the painting.
You got to love small towns.