I Heard You Paint Houses


Sometimes the elevator in my apartment building will be draped with blue pads when someone's moving in. It always comes as a surprise when the elevator doors pop open on my way home and it looks so different. I always pause for a moment of alarm before I walk into it. What goes through my head during that split second is every mafia movie and book I've seen and read. They always knock-off some unsuspecting sap by walking him into a room draped in plastic. I always thought I'd be smart enough to avoid that kind of thing, so when the doors pop open and the elevator's draped there's a moment where I think, "The jig is up."

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