> Once, in third grade, I mistook a piece of plaster that fell from the ceiling from one of those white sugar candy stick things. That was horrible.
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> -zK

Falling plaster can be very educational. One summer when I was working in the maintence department, they put me to work painting classrooms. I went into one room and found that a piece of plaster the size of a meat platter had fallen from the ceiling. I painted around it, but when the supervisor came in I told him about the fallen plaster. He mixed up some plaster, got a ladder and climbed up there and patched it. Then as I was leaving, he told me to paint the patch the first thing the next morning. I asked him if it would be dry by then and he gave me a look and said, "Just paint it."

Next morning, the plaster was lying in the middle of the floor, so I painted it right where it was. Nothing was said, but somehow the patching was re-done and even painted the next time I looked in that room.
Howard