So, a while ago, say maybe a year or more, I backed into our garage door while it was either going up as I intended it to do, or coming down of its own volition. I shattered the back window of the car and bent the bottom frame of the door; but it still worked, so we let it go. Then, last fall I noticed the wood was splitting along the minor dent in the frame; yes, it was a wooden door and one heavy mother**ker as I learned every time we lost power and I had to take the car out.
We contacted a company about a new door, and they came out and gave us our options: it was to be black like the old door, but with four windows along the top, and double steel insulated; we chose it, ordered it, and this past Monday it was to be installed. With Carlos out of work, he was staying home while the workers took the old door down and installed new rails and pullies and the door. I went back to the office and was playing on the computer when Carlos came in …
“I think we have a problem with the door.”
“What?”
“It’s white.”
“White? We ordered black. It’s on the contract.”
“It’s white.”
Carlos left the room to ‘check on it’ and I took out the contract to show that we’d ordered a black door and then went out to the garage. As I opened the door, I looked down on the floor at the sections of new door and smiled …right at the time one of the installers said to Carlos…
“That’s the inside.”
Bless his heart. I quietly closed the door and went back to office. He came back a few minutes later to tell me that it was, in fact, a black door.
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