No, not you. If you're reading this you either (presumably) like me at least a little or are a blog masochist. But the two guys in the backyard right now? They really, really hate me.
They have been here since about nine o'clock this morning building a little 8 ft. x 8 ft. playhouse for the girls. I met with their boss last week, and together we carefully discussed (and he drew out) the window and door specifications. It was not a complicated thing: windows on the left and right side, and the door and another window facing—naturally—into the garden. About three hours ago, I took a peek outside only to find that the door is facing...hold on to your feng shui...the garage. Now why, why, why, why didn't that seem odd to these two fellows?
I grabbed the drawing their boss had created and brought it outside. "Okay, so I'm freaking out a little," I said.
Guy #1 said nothing.
Guy #2 said nothing.
"Well, because see this? You have the door on the wrong side." I pointed to the drawing.
Guy #1 walked over to his stuff and pulled out a copy of the drawing. He didn't say anything.
The silence was, really, pretty amazing. Both guys started to circle the building, staring at the walls and mumbling faintly. This didn't make any sense to me, but I am no builder of small buildings, so what do I know?
"So...okay, then," I said. Guy #1 looked at me just long enough to show me that I'd basically ruined his day and, quite possibly, his month.
Then I ran back in the house.