A New Can of Paint

Green. Yellow. Hazel. Olive. Brown. Off-Brown. Orange. Pearl. Silver. Burnt Umber. Wood. Cherrywood. Ah, here we are: The Color Like When You go Out to the Gazebo After a Fresh Summer's Rain, and the Wood is Damp and Has that Damp Wood Smell, But the Smell is Also Mixed with the Smell of Freshly Cut Grass Even Though you Didn't Mow the Lawn Yesterday. Perfect.

"Find everything alright, sir?"

"The paint cans seemed a bit out of order, but otherwise I found exactly what I was looking for, thanks."

"Yeah, we have a new system in place, sir."

Beep. Beep beep. Can goes into bag.

"That'll be $20.17, sir."

Ruffled paper. Clanging coinage.

"Here's your change, sir. Have a good day!"

"You, too."