That is just truly, truly horrendous. A very traumatic experience I’m sure.
tick:D
Well, I’ve learned something new today. The people who install soffits and eavestroughs do not consider themselves to be roofers.
This morning I’m installing radiator grille inserts on my Jeep that I made from aluminum evestrough leaf guards. A couple of fellows arrive to install soffits and eavestroughs on my neighbour’s house.
Me: “Did you guys do the shingles a few days ago?”
Installer 1: “Some roofers did. We’re with the same company.”
Me: “One of them left some shit behind by bedroom window.”
Installer 1: “We’ll take care of that. Show me where their stuff is.”
We walk around behind my window.
Installer 1: “Where’s the stuff? Where’d these wet wipes come from?”
Me: “Probably out of the roofer’s ass. It wasn’t his stuff that he left, it was his shit.”
Installer 1: “Shit! That fucker shit here! Fuckin’ roofers. That’s typical fuckin’ roofer behaviour for you. I’m so sorry. They’re just different. Really fuckin’ different. Fuckin’ roofers. I’ll call the boss and have him make Brian come pick up his shit. That’s just unacceptable. Shit.”
We walk back to my neighbour’s place, pondering the mysteries of the roofer’s mind, or lack thereof.
Installer 2 to Installer 1: “Where’s Brian’s stuff?”
Installer 1 (trying not to laugh): “Behind the other house’s window.”
Installer 2: “What shit did he leave? His buckets?”
Me: “No. He didn’t use his bucket.”
Installer 1: “Go see for yourself.”
Installer 2 walks behind my window. Installer 1 and I try not to crack up until Installer 2 is behind my house. Installer 2 returns with tears running down his cheek.
Installer 2 (laughing) to Installer 1: “Shit, man. That’s so fuckin’ wrong. Get Brian back here and rub his nose in that shit. Fuckin’ roofers.”
Installer 1 calls his boss.
Installer 1 (to me and Installer 2): “Brian’s in a lot of shit now. He’ll come clean it up. Shit. Fuckin’ dumb roofers.”
We then talk Jeep for a few minutes before I set off for work.
The funniest part was that they knew exactly which guy it was. Apparently he must do it a lot.
Bingo.
Muffin, you need to publish that as a lost Charles Bukowski short. I mean, really. I’d be fooled.
That exchange was such a great payoff for reading this harrowing thread.
Just so you know, neither does anyone else. The exterior trim guys take care of the soffit.
Or maybe they’re all in on it, and this is the schtick they go through every time someone calls them on it.