Maybe He Was Just Trying to Help

I come around the corner of the aisle to find Katie continuing a very serious conversation with the store clerk about paint.

"So you're telling me that this paint doesn't have primer in it?" she asks, even though the can very clearly says "paint & primer" on it.

Maybe it's this, or my rapidly progressing illness, but I am not feeling particularly charitable toward this guy's motives, especially when he continues to insist that there's no primer (in the paint that says the opposite right on the can).

I walk up and tap the can on the label where it says the magic word, and say, "Yeah, this one's fine."