All it took was for me to get really nasty with the gate ‘guys’ on Friday. They stopped taking my calls so I finally left a message that said if I didn’t hear from them within the next hour I would be at their office to sort everything out.
I can’t understand why they wouldn’t want a hormonal old lady in their show room, but I suppose me yelling at them might have been bad for business. It’s just too bad that I had to get all ‘threatening’ before I got any action.
Anyway they came back fixed all the problems and in the end I must admit ,they did a good job.
Now I just have to be a hormonal nag to my hubby to get the fence around the pool taken down.
Don’t you wish you lived with me?