Never Hire a Scottish Painter
Posted: Wed Feb 12, 2014 11:56 am
There was a Scottish painter named Smokey MacGregor who was very
interested in making a penny where he could, so he often thinned down
his paint to make it go a wee bit further.
As it happened, he got away with this for some time, but eventually the
local church decided to do a big restoration job on the outside of one of
their biggest buildings.
Smokey put in a bid, and, because his price was so low, he got the job. So
he set about erecting the scaffolding and setting up the planks, and
buying the paint and, yes, I am sorry to say, thinning it down with
turpentine.
Well, Smokey was up on the scaffolding, painting away, the job nearly
completed, when suddenly there was a horrendous clap of thunder, the
sky opened, and the rain poured down washing the thinned paint from all
over the church and knocking Smokey clear off the scaffold to land on the
lawn among the gravestones, surrounded by telltale puddles of the
thinned and useless paint.
Smokey was no fool. He knew this was a judgment from the Almighty, so
he got down on his knees and cried: "Oh, God, Oh God, forgive me; what
should I do?"
And from the thunder, a mighty voice spoke........
"Repaint! Repaint! And thin no more!"
interested in making a penny where he could, so he often thinned down
his paint to make it go a wee bit further.
As it happened, he got away with this for some time, but eventually the
local church decided to do a big restoration job on the outside of one of
their biggest buildings.
Smokey put in a bid, and, because his price was so low, he got the job. So
he set about erecting the scaffolding and setting up the planks, and
buying the paint and, yes, I am sorry to say, thinning it down with
turpentine.
Well, Smokey was up on the scaffolding, painting away, the job nearly
completed, when suddenly there was a horrendous clap of thunder, the
sky opened, and the rain poured down washing the thinned paint from all
over the church and knocking Smokey clear off the scaffold to land on the
lawn among the gravestones, surrounded by telltale puddles of the
thinned and useless paint.
Smokey was no fool. He knew this was a judgment from the Almighty, so
he got down on his knees and cried: "Oh, God, Oh God, forgive me; what
should I do?"
And from the thunder, a mighty voice spoke........
"Repaint! Repaint! And thin no more!"
