I’m still stripping floor tiles. Only now I’m doing it while wearing a gas mask, to prevent the inhalation of toxic fumes. (I’m also doing it with the help of knee pads, and everything I thought about knee pads is true. I highly recommend them.)
Anyhoo, as I was smack-dab in the middle of stripping 40 square feet of floor yesterday, the UPS guy showed up. I didn’t think much about going to the door and letting him in (for a package pick-up). Nor did I think much about the semi-frightened look on his face. When he asked if he should come in to retrieve the package, I just said yes. He hoisted the package over his shoulder and left.
That’s when I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I was dressed for toxicity, not for meet and greets.
Not my best look, folks. But what can a girl do? Floors gotta be stripped, yo.