The Cheap-O-Contractor hired to fix the holes in my kitchen brought a posse of Guatemalan cousins to do the work. He refused to paint any of the walls that didn't have holes in them. So my kitchen became four shades of creamsicle. However, they also fixed some moldy areas, and overall my kitchen looks a thousand times better.

However, later, the posse of Guatemalans silently disagreed with their White Boss Man (Cheap-o Contractor) and secretly came back to paint more walls.

Nonetheless, they wouldn't accept any money from me.

Just for today, I am humbled.