Caution: Wet Paint

My time in Holland so far has proven to me that it was a very smart idea to make my I'll Never Tell blog post.
I have also realized, thanks mostly to my 1.5 day stint so far in Amsterdam, that there are things that should have been added to that list. Oh well, I'll just know what I'm not telling you, and you won't.

Now, instead of talking to you all about those things that I will not talk to you about, I am going to talk to you about wet paint. Sadly, I don't have too much to say about wet paint, but I'll do what I can to keep you all happy.

Wet paint is evil.

When we first arrived at the London Center, we couldn't use the toilets.
Why?
Wet paint.

When we came back to the hostel today, trying to escape from the hail on the Amsterdam streets, going up 90 some extremely steep stairs, we needed the banister. But when we looked at our hands we realized we couldn't use it.
Why?
Wet paint.

Conclusion?
Wet paint is evil