On Main Street, in the morning. Couple of workmen about to get into their pickup with their coffee. First guy, climbing in on the passenger side, says, "What did you tell them? You did it, right? You told them you did it, I hope. How they gonna know. That's the beauty of it. You put the dry wall over it, they're not going to tear it off again, look for themselves. Tell 'em you did it."
I think some of those guys might have worked on the building of my house. Blueprints, what blueprints? Oh, the stairs are supposed to be curved and follow accepted design specifications and not just thrown up haphazardly? Oh, you wanted a light by your front door? What? Electrical outlets? Huh? I shouldn't put a large window at floor level at the base of a tall steep staircase? I can't put a stairs starting at the immediate entrance to a bedroom without leaving some kind of landing? Luckily we noticed most of those things and they had to redo them.
Posted by: wasabi | Saturday, July 19, 2008 at 11:02 AM
Oh, god - this conversation makes me queasy.
I'm thinking of a few years ago when I had to have someone dismantle the 12-ft long by 10-foot high bookshelves to tear away the sheet rock and look for mold.
Posted by: Victoria | Saturday, July 19, 2008 at 01:07 PM
Doghouse Riley has some interesting comments about some lamp cord behind sheetrock in his kitchen which readers might wish to consult appropos this post.
Posted by: Beel | Saturday, July 19, 2008 at 02:11 PM
And few of us pull such crap. I live to bring sick houses back to life, as most in my trade do. I awake at 3AM to ponder how I can pull that sill back, fill that cabinet corner, fix that leak.
Ask me sometime about the customer who shorted me the odd 5 grand or so. Believe me, dishonest customers are no less plentiful than dishonest contractors.
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Posted by: fcc | Sunday, July 20, 2008 at 11:40 PM