I live in a condo, but I have a detached garage that affords me some decent shop space. One Thursday a few years ago I was putting on the final coat of varnish on the bright work on a 16' sailboat I had built. I just finished laying down the final coat of spar, left the garage door open and went inside to grab me a cup of coffee. I'm in my kitchen pouring away and I hear a leaf blower fire up. I haul @$$ out to get the garage door shut, but too late, the guy blew a bunch of dirt and $#@* all over the wet varnish. Normally, the landscaper/gardeners are here on Friday, so that's why I was doing this on Thursday, but they came a day early that week. Man, that sucked.