Construction of the Armoire part 2

When Jason and I arrived at Home Depot, the place was abuzz with people. People picking out paint, getting lumber and all sorts of various things for their home improvement needs. It was a Saturday after all.

Though I would be fine in Home depot by myself (I have gotten my own lumber cut before by myself) I pretty much just followed him around and let him talk to the employees. First we headed to the hardware aisle to pick out the shelf rollers or whatever you call them. I hope you all know what I'm talking about when I call them that. Unfotunately, they didn't have much of a selection and none of the full extension ones. But I'm pretty laid back, I don't care if this thing is a masterpiece. So we got a tan colored set of normal rollers for two shelves. Then it was off to lumber. We wandered around lumber for quite a while. Jason just kept looking for something in the right size and we had a hard time finding it. We even checked out the cabinet area to see that they had. They had some shelves that worked that were laminated in white and we would have had to cut them down but too expensive. I said there's got to be something big enough in the lumber aisle. So we looked again and found some MDS that would work. We requested the exact measured cuts of the boards to an employee who first went into this small spiel about how they don't cut things smaller than twelve inches. We had requested 17 X 28. "It's a safety thing," he said, "but you guys are over that so we're good." I didn't think much of it then but now I'm wondering why he felt the need to explain that to us. Oh well.

After we got our shelves cut, it was off to the paint aisle. The MDS was brown, you know, like wood tends to be, but my armoire is black so figured it would look better with a touch of paint on it prepped first with primer. I sent Jason to go look for it. Man did he ever take a long time. When he came back he just had paint and no primer so then we had to go back and spend another ten minutes looking for primer. This is all spray paint mind you. It comes into play later in the story. Off to checkout.

As I was pulling out of the parking lot, Jason said he was hungry and I remembered that I hadn't eaten anything either so we hit the nearest Arby's. I knew I was paying for Jason's meal. A. because he doesn't have any money and 2. I wanted to treat him since he was helping me and all. (Did you notice the very subtle Mad About You reference in there? I've been watching it a lot lately.) When we pull up to the menu thing to order we hear this boy's voice come over the intercom to ask what we want.

Me: "You guys don't have chicken fingers anymore?"
Kid: "We sure don't." (very emphatically)
Me: "Alright hold on. (to Jason) What do you want?"
Jason: "Um, okay I'll have a number one."
Me: (to intercom) "Okay, we'll have a number one. (to Jason) What do you want to drink?"
Jason: "Oh, yeah, um well, um...."
Kid: "What did you want to drink with that."
Me: "Come on, Jason it's Pepsi products just pick something, we don't have all day."
(the kid on the intercom was saying something but I don't know what.) "Hold on."
Jason: "Sierra Mist. Oh and I want an chocolate turnover instead of fries."
Me: "Okay we want a Sierra Mist with that. And can I get a chocolate turnover instead of fries?"
Kid: "Sierra Mist? I thought you said Rootbeer."
Me: "Nope, sierra mist please. And the chocolate turnover."
Kid: "We don't have a chocolate turnover."
Me: "What kinds do you have?"
Kid: "Apple and some strawberry."
Jason: "Ooh Apple!"
Me: "So an apple turnover then instead of fries."
Kid: "Oh so you want that instead of the fries?"
Me: "Yes."
Kid: "Oh well, let's see if I can do that. (with an apparent kidding tone). Okay is that all?"
Me: "No, and a number 4 with a diet pepsi."
Kid: "Okay, that's gonna be 5 billion dollars or blah blah whichever you got handy."
(I couldn't really hear him because I started laughing.)
So we pulled through to the drive-up window.
Kid: "So it's gonna be $11.19 and your food is gonna take a while because hey it's Arby's."
Me: "Well, it wasn't my choice to come here."
Kid: "Yeah, it wouldn't be mine either. (seriously this kid was really funny.) Did you want any sauce?"
Jason: "Yeah horsey sauce."
Me: "Do you think you could get management to fix that big pot hole in the drive way?"
Kid: "They're not gonna fix that. They don't care."
(There were some other funny tidbits of conversation that I can't recall, but it was probably one of the most enjoyable experiences going through a drive-through.)

So once we got our food we headed back to my place for a little you know what? You know what I mean? Heh Heh. Yeah we ate our food. What were you thinking? Just trying to spice up the story for you. After some lunch and idle conversation we pulled out the lumber and paint and I got a lesson on the best way to spray paint. Long even strokes. We primed and then painted and then Jason had to go so I kept painting over the next two days to get a nice even black finish, which it didn't ever get to that but like I said doesn't need to be a masterpiece.

Stay tuned for the finale of our saga when Jason comes over tonight to help finish the whole thing. Who knows what could happen?