Oh, readers, you are hearing from a weary woman. I have friends with much worse stories, people who had exterior walls removed and then the contractor disappeared to McLaughlin, Nevada, to gamble away what they'd paid him. My story is about a deck railing painted a color I don't want and didn't choose. The railing is languishing in a warehouse in San Leandro because I don't want it installed. The clerk who answers the phone at the ironworks says the railing is "real pretty."
The long view: How much can a deck railing color matter? People are hungry ; I see it every week at the Food Pantry.
The short view: The contractor didn't listen. I'm right, he's wrong.
Didn't sleep well last night.
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