Today, at the 10th trip to ikea this week, we finally remembered to buy some paint for a table. I put it in my bag, as I do with all the things I buy - my wonder bag carried in its life eggs, milk, cheese, meat or other groceries, scissors, scotch tape, shampoo and what else you can imagine.
The bag is (was) big and it was the safe carrier of our valuables: car papers, gps, mobile phones, note book, bills, cigarette tools - as I roll my own cigarettes etc etc.
And you already suspect what happened. The paint has spilled all throughout the bag.
But that's not the point. The point is that when trying to save things from the paint, I was mostly concerned about my cigarette tools. And I was only thinking where to go to buy new rolling paper. Or that I could look into the garbage from some cigarette butts. Lame, isn'it it?
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