The painters were good painters, but lousy guests. One of them kept leaving the toilet seat up, they used up all of my good hand soap, half a roll of paper towels and two rolls of toilet paper and left me with a nearly full gallon bucket of mint-not-sage paint.
When I brought out the shop vac to clean up the dust left behind, Dad said, "Oh, that's where it is. I needed it last week." I didn't remind him he had left it unused in his garage so long a mouse built a nest in it, just told him that if he wanted, I'd bring it back, but I'd cry real tears.