This past weekend, we finally got our new fence installed. Originally I was going to install it myself with the help of some friends. The more and more I thought about it, the more I realized that it was money well-spent to have the professionals do it themselves. I had a 95% rate when it came to remembering who to call to remind them that they didn’t need to show up. I kinda forgot that our friend Mike (Andre) had offered to come over too.
So around 1PM, there’s a knock on the door. I open it to find Mike, and the first words outta my mouth are “uh oh”. He says “Wow, I know I’m a little late, but you guys got alot done so far. Who are those extra guys, I don’t know them.”.
So we sat around and bullshitted for 15 minutes, and he said it was ok, cause he had a party to go to anyway. I thanked him for showing up, an offered him ‘partial IOU credit’ for a project of his choosing, since I forgot to cancel.
Anyway, so by now you’re wondering why the title of this post? Well, around 4PM, all the installers looked up with that deer sensing an approaching wolf look. Sure enough, on the distant horizon was the sound of the ice cream truck. I’m pretty sure it was Mr. Softee. It took about 25 or 30 minutes before the truck actually made it down our street, but it was a welcomed sight to these guys after 7 hours of hard labor.
They worked until 7pm. There is WAFY (no f in way) that we would have gotten it done ourselves. Either on-time, or done correctly.
I really hope you followed those links and listened to the music. I’m thinking I might remote desktop into my home computer, and play the music in the loop, giving my wife a complex. I should probably set it for a real low volume so she doesn’t know it’s actually the computer playing it, and thinking that the truck is parked in our driveway or something. That’s the problem with the remote desktop though, I won’t know exactly what level the volume is at.
[Listening to: TWiT 59: Roots – Leo Laporte and the TWiTs – TWiT June 2006]