No, my painting isn’t suspended from a bridge. It just returned to me for a minor detail.
Mrs. Customer asked if I would put the tiny white lines in the windows because her husband wanted them there. I sighed, and said, “I was hoping you wouldn’t notice!” Then I told her to smack her husband with the back of her hand for me. After that, I added the little lines.
I like happy customers, and didn’t mind at all once it stopped being 108 degrees out. The swamp cooler in the painting workshop can’t cope with that sort of temperature.
Neither can I.
P.S. I may have added a few more details, brightened up a rock or two, straightened an edge, added a blade of grass. . .
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