Alright, I'll give this a crack. Ahem... A contractor was in the process of refurbishing a local church. While in the process of tackling the job, a blind man, unaware of the ongoing maintenance, walked in seeking counsel for his woes. Mistaking the contractor for the priest, the blind man begins to describe the family members that no longer visit, the oppressive HOA that has been lording over him, and the rainwater seeping into his home. The contractor quietly lets the man speak, playing the part of the priest with detached bemusement, but after hearing stories of the man's completely lax attitude toward the upkeep of his home, is appalled. Finally, the blind man finishes his story, and begs to know, "oh, father, what am I to do?" The contractor stands shocked, mouth agape, before bursting out: "REPAINT! REPAINT, BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE!!!"
