Will the painters ever show up? That is the question. He was supposed to come yesterday but didn’t. Today I texted him inquiring about the schedule.
He called and said, “Oh, this weather is killing me.”
I am thinking, well, that’s odd. It is 70 degrees out in November and hasn’t rained in over a week.
Continuing, he adds, “It’s wet today. My truck was loaded with ladders ready to start.”
I say, “It’s not wet today. I am looking outside. No wet on the sidewalks or roads.” Rain can vary town to town, but we didn’t have any here. He says he’s coming Monday at 8 AM.
We’ll see.
