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<blockquote data-quote="Allen" data-source="post: 114147" data-attributes="member: 389">After that last little adventure in boating, you'd think I'd be safe for a spell.&nbsp; You'd be wrong.The repairs are nearly done, trailer axle is all fixed and I just have fenders and lights to finish it up.&nbsp; Nonetheless, I promised to take a few people fishing on Sunday and I overslept.&nbsp; So when I got up, I rushed to get the pickup hooked up to the boat and started pulling it out of the shop when I felt a little resistance.&nbsp; Shiite!&nbsp; The now repaired spare tire holder was sitting on the shop floor after I primed it.&nbsp; Knowing that it has sharp angles on it, I jumped out of the pickup only to hear the unmistakable sound of compressed air being released.&nbsp; I dropped several titty sprinkles as I started back to watch the tire deflate.&nbsp; As I rounded the trailer, I could see the holder laying about a foot away from the trailer tire and the tire was not on it's rim.&nbsp; Huh?&nbsp; What is making that noise then.&nbsp; It was the spray can of primer I had just run over, it's seam had split and it was now spraying paint.SOB!&nbsp; I reached down and grabbed the damn can and flung it out of the shop and into the grass.&nbsp; In my haste, the can passed over my feet and gave them a good coat of Rustoleum black primer.&nbsp; To top it off, I was wearing sandals so only my toes really got a good one coat cover.&nbsp; Now I have a bit of paint on the underside of the boat, trailer, and my toes.&nbsp; Good grief, it took me almost thirty minutes to scrub the damn paint off my feet.There are times...&nbsp;Oh yeah, and we went to Wolf Creek.&nbsp; The fishing sucked!</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Allen, post: 114147, member: 389"] After that last little adventure in boating, you'd think I'd be safe for a spell. You'd be wrong. The repairs are nearly done, trailer axle is all fixed and I just have fenders and lights to finish it up. Nonetheless, I promised to take a few people fishing on Sunday and I overslept. So when I got up, I rushed to get the pickup hooked up to the boat and started pulling it out of the shop when I felt a little resistance. Shiite! The now repaired spare tire holder was sitting on the shop floor after I primed it. Knowing that it has sharp angles on it, I jumped out of the pickup only to hear the unmistakable sound of compressed air being released. I dropped several titty sprinkles as I started back to watch the tire deflate. As I rounded the trailer, I could see the holder laying about a foot away from the trailer tire and the tire was not on it's rim. Huh? What is making that noise then. It was the spray can of primer I had just run over, it's seam had split and it was now spraying paint. SOB! I reached down and grabbed the damn can and flung it out of the shop and into the grass. In my haste, the can passed over my feet and gave them a good coat of Rustoleum black primer. To top it off, I was wearing sandals so only my toes really got a good one coat cover. Now I have a bit of paint on the underside of the boat, trailer, and my toes. Good grief, it took me almost thirty minutes to scrub the damn paint off my feet. There are times... Oh yeah, and we went to Wolf Creek. The fishing sucked! [/QUOTE]

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