It took a few days to coordinate, what with our being gone for the long weekend and various other jobs to which he’s attending, but on Friday Fence Guy swore to show up here between 3:00 and 4:00 to Discuss Things given the interesting trajectory of our fence job and true to his (extremely malleable) word, he was here at 4:45.
(Do people who are late make you insane? THEY MAKE ME INSANE.)
Otto and Fence Guy spent an hour walking around the fence, outside, the fence which is now complete but which is still damaged in multiple places, uneven, with doors that are improperly hung and only occasionally work, and—the topper to this particular adventure—in the 95+ degree heat we’ve been experiencing, is now MELTING in spots. By the time I came outside to see what was up, Fence Guy wanted to know whether I prefer red or white wine.
“White,” I said, automatically. “Wait. Why?”
“Well,” he said, making sure he was more than an arm’s length away from me, “I was just telling Otto that I think the thing to do is just rip this fence down and send the material back. I hate this vinyl. Let us build you a custom cedar fence, instead. We’ll make it right. Two days, tops.”
“I HAVE HEARD THAT BEFORE,” I called over my shoulder, as I headed back into the house. “Also, I am going to need a LOT of wine.”
“You two talk it over, this weekend,” he called.
“MORE WINE, OTTO!” I answered, before slamming the door.
And how has YOUR weekend been?