We Guarantee Our Work

Happy Birthday David.
Thanks.
How old are you?
54. My brother just turned 49 last week.
Oh, the baby of the family huh.
Ya. He always has been.

The above is the abridged edition of a conversation between two tradesmen in my home yesterday. It explains a great deal.

For instance, after reading that, you would probably be less inclined to be in awe of the fact that David, the gentleman who indicated to his colleague that his younger brother has, in fact, always been younger, came by to measure a space twice and yet still managed to build the pantry we had ordered too large to fit.

This guy has been like a Mr. Bean skit from start to finish. At this point I just want the fucking thing to be at least half right so we can pay these people and then rinse them from our lives like some foul odor.

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