This past weekend I decided to paint my front door. It needed a little pick-me-up and what with the upcoming book signing here at home, I figured this was as good a time as any.
My front doors have large brass door knockers. Very nice but old and need to be replaced or repaired. Since this was my little project, I told my long-suffering spouse that I would take care of it all - the painting and the door knockers.
I went to Home Depot, went to the paint department and bought a lovely colour. I then went to the fixtures and hardware department, walked up to the customer service rep, a young man, perhaps 20 or so and asked him in my best Holy Name Convent English. "Excuse me, but do you have something here to fix my old knockers.....?"
We stared at each other in silence for a moment out of respect for my hoof-in-mouth desease.
I really hatta to move from dis town oui...
