After the Game of Thrones finale, my brother didn't talk to me for a whole week. He was so mad about how it ended that he ignored all my texts. We only started speaking again after I brought over his favorite barbecue ribs from that place near the river.

Walk away every time. Honestly, @mary_kelly's story about the mold is a perfect example. That small damp spot turns into a big problem real fast. Covering it up just delays the cost and makes it worse.

Oh man, that's perfect. The burning sand binder smell from our place gets that all the time. People walking by will literally stop and say it smells like someone is burning leaves or roasting nuts. Had a neighbor once ask if we were making some kind of weird coffee in the industrial park. It's always the casting smells that people mistake for food.

Wait, you actually used real vellum?