because going in that place raises my blood pressure every single time.
And it must be the most dangerous parking lot in my home town.
Went there yesterday with DS to pick out a peel n stick tile for kitchen floor. I am intent on covering up the abomination that is there. Most people look at and go that's not so bad. Well, 30 years of dirt and scratches make for a floor that is impossible to clean.
DS and I are in the tile aisle. Where at various times while we were there, there were up to four, count 'em, one, two, three, four employees present. Not a single one ever asked if they could help us. Now I admit that initially I didn't think we needed help. Until I started realize that they didn't have enough of any one tile that I liked to cover 150 square feet of floor. This meant there were nearly a dozen types with only 100 or less square feet. We walked up and down the types of tile. We had to keep moving our cart out of the way of said employees. Not that they asked us to. They just stood there staring at us. Maybe they weren't really employees. Maybe they were zombies wearing Home Depot name tags.
Sure enough. We left. Drove to Lowe's and spent our $$$ there.
This means. That we've moved the stuff out of the kitchen. Removed the old shoe molding. I've stained the new molding and will apply polyurethane this morning. Should be able to finish everything today.