Last night I re-caulked my guest shower.
I know. You’re thinking, “Damn. This girl sure does love some caulk.”
And you’re right. I caulked my old bathtub before moving, my new bathtub (twice because of faulty caulk), and now my new guest shower. I am turning into something of a Caulk Artist (not like this guy, who is a clever Cock Artist).
Seriously, click on that link. It will provide you with two minutes of magic, the likes of which you haven’t seen since you last purchased a MAD Magazine.
Anyway, the problem with caulking is that I’m a perfectionist. Caulking is easy; it’s the prep work that sucks. I spend days tearing out caulk, using a razor blade to get every last trace out, then a sanding sponge and dustbuster to make sure it’s 100% clean and ready for new caulk. So although I’m good at it, I kind of hate it.
Which got me to thinking… most people probably hate it.
And that lead to a brainstorm, which sounded something like this:
If ever I lose my day job, I could make a living by caulking people’s tubs for them.
There is a need for that.
I always look in people’s tubs when I am at their house peeing, and I am disgusted.
This is a business plan waiting to be written!
Wait. What would I name this business?
Stop, Caulk, and Roll? (Because it’s a mobile business!)
Caulk and Balls? (Would somehow need to incorporate ball bearings. Not sure how.)
Caulk-a-doodle-doo! (Enough said.)
Caulk-a-memi. (Again.)
Piece of Caulk! (For the Martin Short fans in the bunch.)
Back to the drawing board.
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