Jerry Zezima: The Prince of Paint
Published in Lifestyles
This required us to make so many trips to a home improvement store — for tile, a vanity, a sink, fixtures, a mirror, a toilet, a shower, a wastebasket, a towel rack, a toilet paper roller, a toothbrush holder, blinds and, of course, paint — that I’m surprised we weren’t given our own parking space.
My job was to choose the shade of paint that would go on the walls. My selection: serenata blue. It’s a cross between baby, pastel and robin’s egg, with a touch of sky thrown in.
Picasso had his Blue Period and I had mine. I even helped paint one of the walls. Sue liked it so much that she didn’t throw shade at me.
Now I had to do it all over again. And I wasn’t about to give this awesome responsibility the brush-off.
The problem with selecting paint is that there are so many shades to choose from. I found this out last year when I went with Sue to a paint store that had what a salesman said were 8,860 shades of paint.
Unlike another salesman Sue had previously met, this guy wasn’t color blind.
I don’t know how the first one got his job, but I can imagine the interview.
Manager: “What color would you paint a fire engine?”
Applicant: “Chartreuse.”
Manager: “You’re hired!”
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