A Painting Disaster

Lest you think a horrific bloodletting occurred in our bathroom, THIS is the handiwork of a painter recommended by his father, one of the driver's at Lisa's place of employment. 

He was partially disabled with cerebal palsy, which we knew going in, but this mess had zero to do with a physical ailment.

He showed up high (on crack, if I read the signs right) and and even recognizing that fact I let him start. I won't pretend I did that for anything other sympathy for his CP.

He managed all of this damage in 10 minutes and when I saw it there went the last of my sympathy went bye-bye and I kicked him out of the house. He had the nerve to complain loudly that I hadn't paid him for the job.

Now comes the hard part: fixing all this.