my garage door is now pink

My garage door is now pink. There is some learning from the fact that my garage door is now pink. This is it.

I asked my handyman to get me the paint for the garage door and stuff to re-preserve the fences and sheds in the garden. He has the expertise. I have the effort. I delegated. I asked for a dull red.

When I opened it and saw it was obviously pink and would be pink even as dry I could have done several things. I could have rung him up and complained. I didn’t do this. I didn’t do this because having suffered my fair share of cowboy workmen I really value my handyman, recommended to me by the deceased Isabel, who has a set of keys, will come at a moment’s notice in a crisis, doesn’t overcharge, generally does things beautifully and cleans up after himself. I don’t want to upset him.

I could have just not painted the garage door and waited another week to get red. I didn’t do this because it was good quality trade paint I would not waste and secondly, once my mind is made up about something I am not very good at waiting. This was the week-end and the moment to paint the garage door. I am aware that I do this in other areas of my life and it is not helpful.

After I had painted it I texted handyman to say it was pink. He said he did not check the tin, but he could take it back because they had obviously made it up wrongly. I will live with the pink for now as a lesson.

If I was manipulative I could see it as credit in my bank account with handyman. He might just think I am stupid. I am sure he would not live with a pink garage door.