When our house was built about 2+ years ago, we installed a chain link fence in the backyard. (Okay, we didn’t do it, but we paid someone to do it.)
The company has since folded. :rolleyes:
The gate is now hanging off kilter, and our darling Ember has found the loose areas at the bottom of the fence, the better to wiggle her furry little half chow/half shepherd ass out to explore the neighborhood. She takes great delight in laughing at us and running away as we chase after her.
So, now, we get to walk her on a leash in our own back yard so she can conduct her excretory business. Fenced In backyard, mind you.
So, responsible homeowner that I am, I start calling fence companies, asking that someone come out to give us an estimate on how much it would take to fix it.
“Ah,” one fence company owner said, “I know well of the company that installed your fence. Buncha crooks. We’ll be out later this week to take a look at it.”
The week comes to an end, no call, no nothing. This has happened twice. Ivylad calls the guy yesterday, and he says he’s too busy to come take a look. :rolleyes:
Ever optimistic, I call another fence company. Again, no return calls. I called for a third time, got a live person on the phone, and told them off about their lack of courtesy in not calling me back, even if it’s to say, “Shit, no, we won’t come near your fence even if it’s made out of solid gold” before slamming down the phone. Somehow, my explosion of temper got me a return phone call.
“Skip” apologized, saying he never got the previous messages, and he would come out Monday to look at the fence. I asked him to call when he was on his way, since Ivylad would be home and would be able to show him the weak areas of the fence.
I get home from work Monday. Skip never showed up. I called him to ask him what the deal was.
“Oh, I was there. I looked at your fence. I didn’t knock on the door because I didn’t think anyone was home.” (I guess the two cars in the driveway weren’t enough of a clue.) “You will need a tension wire and the fence restretched.” He then tells me he’s waiting on verification of prices to give me an estimate. Did I mention this happened Monday? Yep, boys and girls, it’s now TGIF and I haven’t heard back from the Skipmeister.
Look, people, I have the money. I realize it’s going to cost at least $300 to fix what someother fuckfoon fucked up. I want to be able to open the sliding glass door to let our darling Ember run without worrying that she’s planning an escape to terrorize the neighbor’s cat. I want to fix our fence. I’m not asking to win the lottery, lose 20 pounds, or even for World Peace. I just want someone to FIX OUR FENCE!
(ivylass collapses into uncontrollable weeping)