We were remodeling our master bath a few years ago. We like projects (well, I like projects…), and we did much of the work ourselves. We were finishing it up. Jan was on a trip to Russia with her Mom, so I took the opportunity to work on some final trim. I pulled the 3 pieces of trim out to stain them, and damn, the pattern on 1 of the 3 didn’t match the other 2.
I was pissed. I’d changed into nasty looking “staining clothes”, put on gloves, stirred the stain, I was ready to work. And I was kinda pissed at Jan too. See, she was in charge of buying all of the items for this project. And here I was stuck, now needing to go back to Home Depot to get 1 more piece of the RIGHT trim. So, steaming, I get changed, hop in the car and drive to Home Depot. And since this wasn’t my fault, I’d make her return the wrong one too, right? Take THAT! I find the trim piece I need, and go up to the checkout. To ring it up, I needed the barcode which was on a sticker. The sticker was on the back. Oh, holy crap. The pattern on the back matched the odd piece I had. If I’d bothered to turn the odd one over, I’d have seen they all matched, and I’d have been fine.
Yes, I am a dumbass!