When I walked out of my house, still sleepy and with half of my breakfast still in my hand, my contractor accosted me.

“There’s a problem.”

Eek! This is not what you want to hear from a dude working on your house.

And eek! His news wasn’t good. His painting crew showed up loaded, or at least really hungover. So he fired them all.

I might not get my paint this year. Suck.