When I step foot inside a Home Depot I feel like I can’t breathe. My chest begins to tighten up, and I feel anxiety. It’s not a normal reaction, but I did not have a normal childhood. I spent summer days trailing, behind my Dad in stinky hot Home Depot. I should have spent my summer days at a lake, hmm.. maybe learning how to swim? Or just hanging out with my friends. What I remember most from being a kid growing up in the mountains was chopping wood, horrible Home Depot adventures, shoveling snow and helping clean out the garage. We’re having renovations on our home and I couldn’t face going to buy construction signs from there so I ordered some Super cheap signs instead. Anything is better than going to that shop!
Okay I’m sure I also did fun kid stuff like play with My Little Ponies and go sledding, but when I think of the summers of my childhood I think of running after my Dad through a smelly Home Depot. Yes, I said running, because when we went to Home Depot, my Dad would usually be mad about something so he would walk really fast, plus he’s already really tall, so I would have to run to keep up. I also remember Home Depot being a smelly place. Maybe being around all those construction workers, my Dad thought that meant it was ok to fart publicly in Home Depot. Yes, my family has no shame. And everyone wonders why I turned out this way?
The only reason I’m talking about my hellish experience is because I want to embark on a new painting adventure and well, Home Depot is one of the most well known DIY stores. Because of the fear, I’m seriously considering just getting a professional to come in and do the work. I’ve looked at the work Penrith Painters have done and I’m impressed. It would be very nice to come home and someone else has totally repainted everything and create what feels like a whole new home and it means that I could totally avoid Home Depot.
Home Depot trips were also hellish as it was always one hundred and twenty degrees in the desert down below our mountain home where the nearest Home Depot was located. Some times our cars had air conditioning. I mean, that’s if I got to ride in the cab of the truck. Sometimes my brothers and I would have to sit in the bed of the truck. It did have a camper shell, but no seat belts. Oh, the eighties. Can you believe that used to be legal? Or maybe it wasn’t. To this day, I can’t stand to even walk into the orange glow of a Home Depot. I can’t even stand the smell of Home Depot. I know, Lowe’s Hardware probably smells the same but that is where I bought two hundred dollars worth of paint yesterday for my big painting adventure. All of my guy friends hate Lowe’s and give me a hard time for shopping there, but I seriously will not step one foot into a Home Depot! I hate that place!
