Now, before we actually made it out to get the wood, Steve lets me in on the why's and how's of all the 'customers' hanging around in the office. As it turns out, they hold an indoor horseshoes tournament there every single week. Everybody brings food and drink, Steve tosses a turkey in the deep fryer (and let me tell you, that thing smelled mighty fine) and a good time is had by all.
Settling up: we get inside and Steve makes up the bill. I hand him my plastic and he replies "Sorry, I don't take credit cards anymore." Nuts. "Well, I didn't bring my checkbook with me. I guess I can go home and get it." Nope. Instead, Steve just takes down my name and phone number, and asks me to send him a check in the mail. I am more than a little astounded and feel like I've stepped into some parallel home repair universe. I thank the man, say "take care" to the Budweiser guys and pop back out to the waiting truck.
The construction of the shelving unit, even in our nothing-is-square-get-used-to-it-bucko house, is sorta boring compared to our little sawmill adventure.
(P.S. The wood we purchased was at least twice as good as anything we'd seen at the Big Orange Box...at 1/3 the price.)
Article comments
1 - Dave Nalle
You inspire me to share my experiences polyurethaning the floor in my pool house - with pictures.
Dave
2 - SFC SKI
Sounds like you need to give that man all your business.
3 - Mark Saleski
poly on the floor. gawd, my sinuses hurt just reading that!
and you're right, this guy is going to get my business from now on.
4 - Eric Olsen
think local act global, nice story Mark, thanks!