Okay, so I’m now getting a better understanding of how the world of tradesmen/women work. I’d carefully scheduled the plumber for one week and the floor guys for the next. But then the plumber gets a late start, hits cement in the bathroom floor, needs time to sort out his confusion. This morning at 8:15 a van pulled up in front of my house and out spilled three guys in knee pads and ear plugs. Within seconds they had swarmed the house, tossed extension cords out the second-story window, and were wielding large machine sanders. Sure the plumber can work with us, they said. As long as he has some earplugs!
Tony, my man, you’re out of luck. And–in the meantime–I’m out a second floor bathroom.