Monday, July 24, 2006

You Loathe Me! You Really Loathe Me!

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.

"Right? See?"

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.


kuya said...

So... did they FIX it????

weez said...

Yeah. What he said. Did they?

(I too hate hate hate confrontation, even when I am right).

ver said...

Well...after peeking out the windows to check on the gents a few times, I became even more alarmed because they were simply moving forward with the project. I called their company, but couldn't get anyone living on the line. Finally, I realized I would have to go out and talk to them again (not to be confused with 'having a conversation,' since 'having a conversation' requires at least two people speaking).

Guy #1 was on the roof. "Hey," I said, all friendly-like. "Just curious about what's going on."

Without looking at me, he said, "They're gonna come out and turn it."

"Like lift the whole thing up and turn it?"

"Yeah. It's kind of a big job, but that's what they're gonna do."

I wanted to say, "Okay, LAME-ASS..." but I didn't. Just thanked him and went back inside.

BTW, fellow Pilates victim A. read this post last night and stopped by this morning to see for herself. She laughed and laughed...

Rebecca Mabanglo-Mayor said...

Something tells me that there's a reason why these fellows only work on small houses...

"Hey Bud! We did again. Gonna have to move that 2500 sqf Victorian roundabout. We fergot the front door'supposed to face the street, not the backyard. *mutters* Oh hey, and while yer at it, they prolly should flip the roof too - got it pointy side down again."

Breathe, darlin' breathe

thelastnoel said...

Hmmm. Maybe you can try some guy talk: "Hey, dude, the house is ass backwards. What's up with that? I don't want my kid running out to the garage. I might be driving up and run her over. You don't want me to kill my kid, do ya?"

KMRL said...

I like that last idea.. about talking to them in guy talk! =)

So when do you expect them to lift it up and position it in the correct direction? What did the girls think about it?

I want my own playhouse!