Jesus and the stain, continued.
We
became concerned after noon, when there was no sight of Jesus or the crew. So I called Bob, who exploded with
invectives and complaints. He promised
to call Jesus and straighten everything out.
About
two hours later while I at the local gym doing an hour on the treadmill, I got
a call from Jesus, who either said that he was painting the kitchen right now,
or they needed to go to lunch, or he had a doctor’s appointment. In trying to understand him, any of those
translations sounded about right.
About an hour later, I got a call from Jesus’s
uncle informing me that the entire crew would be back some time tomorrow.
Ten minutes later,
Bob called to say that Jesus was going to various hardware stores looking for
the stain that we didn’t want. He had
discovered that the original manufacturer was no longer making it and he was
trying to match the color of the original stain.
I asked Bob if he
heard me plainly state that we didn’t want any stain, that stain was not part
of the job, that we would not pay for stain or staining, that stain was never,
ever, never to be done on our house. Bob
said he not only heard that we didn’t want stain, he recalled also shouting the
words, “NO STAIN.” Obviously something
was lost in the translation.
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