Forty-eight hours before the scheduled installation, NewMexiKen is called this morning to be told the carpet won’t be available. The house is a nightmare — bookcases emptied, guest room bedding stripped, knick-knacks packed, furniture shifted onto non-carpeted floors. I’d even pulled the carpet back and ripped up some tack boards that had been damaged by water and needed to be replaced.
For once I didn’t put everything off and look what happens.
It seems the mill is out of this particular favorite and won’t have more for a week — or until after three of the Sweeties and their mothers have arrived for a visit.
Aarrgghh!
UPDATE: This deal was through Costco, which relies on a sub-contractor, which in turn uses a local agent (an interior designer). The sub-contractor tells me that the local agent is not supposed to promise a date and that the window for installation is usually two-to-three weeks (not one).
In other words, the local designer told me what I wanted to hear (that installation could be this Friday) in order to make the deal.
I don’t know if she was a carpetbagger, but she certainly was a scalawag.
Clearly you were shagged.