Ever since we bought the house in June of 2006, we've known that we wanted to put an awning over the back of the house. It's where our office is, is mostly glass, and it faces west. The hot Florida sun makes that room very warm (damn hot) in the afternoon.
About a month ago, we got a couple of estimates for the awning. The first estimate came from a guy with a lazy eye and a very thick accent. I guess it was Italian. It definately wasn't Spanish and I don't think it was French. He was tall, dark and handsome - minus the lazy eye. He came across as a little bit cheesy. We didn't go with him. Mostly because I had no idea what he said.
Someone else came by and must have been totally forgettable because I totally forgot about him.
Then came "Tropical". "Tropical Awnings"!! We discussed things and signed them up. Gave them half the money up front. Then we didn't hear from them for a while. Then it was Thanksgiving. They showed up yesterday at 3:00 p.m. Did the metal part, frame, I think is what it's called. Supposed to be back at 8:00 this morning. As of right now, 2:00, they haven't gotten there. Robin says she's been calling all day. No answer/no machine.
Just got an email from her. She doesn't have much of a temper. She's kinda scrappy, but when push comes to shove, not so much (except for in her work. She'll read this at some point, and I need to back peddle slightly). Her email said something about becoming effing pissed off and something about going postal.
So, yeah, I'm happy to be here right now and not there.
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