At the Paint Store

AFTER NEARLY AN HOUR of "just a little more white, two squirts of blue, a dash of black, perhaps a tad more white," the paint-store clerk got my gallon to the exact shade I wanted.

 With a sigh of relief, he pounded the lid on.

Now what do I do if I need more paint, I asked.

Don't come back here, he begged.

Like a fool I asked what if my wife does not like color.