Last weekend we selected carpet for the guest rooms and on Friday afternoon they came out to measure and work up an estimate. They called as promised to deliver a quote- love when things occur as scheduled. The gentleman who called was cheery and pleasant. It soon became apparent why. Should I accept his estimate, he could easily afford to put his children through college, take them to Disney, and still have money left over for a shopping spree at Reny's. Apparently I have good taste and/or I chose carpet spun with gold thread. I was stunned. Speechless. During my stunned silence the carpet magnate started mentally subtracting the embroidered mouse ears and dinner at Cinderella's castle from his vacation itinerary. When I told him I'd be in touch if we decided to proceed, he offered some suggestions that were more in the community college and camping price range. It's just as well that the hardwood floor guy didn't return my email and call from earlier in the week. I'm going to need time to research the black market to see how much kidneys are going for these days before we can discuss the staircase and hallway.
After a long walk on the beach, we stopped in to visit the rug guy and came to an agreement. Still a little shell-shocked but excited to have a plan, we head home to get ready to head to an Easter celebration with my family. My phone rings, a Maine number. Honest to God, I thought it was the rug guy saying that my credit card was being rejected. But no, it was...you guessed it- the hard wood floor guy! Apparently he did respond to my email but the address got messed up. He was close by and could stop by and take a look at the job and work out an estimate. Sure! What the hell. Why not?He was a nice guy. Local, been in business for 20 plus years. He has a website that showed a picture of him and his family. His kids look smart. I wonder what their college plans are....
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