A few weeks ago, my wife and I had the shingles on our roof replaced. It was long overdue, and it was the one big project we planned for the summer. Yesterday was the day our eavestroughs were to be replaced as well, and it almost happened.
After I got home from work I noticed the work truck with a long trailer pull up to the front of the house. There wasn’t room to park the whole unit up front without me moving my vehicle, so that’s exactly what I did. After moving my vehicle I took a walk around the house with one of the crew members so he could get a look at what had to be done. Seeing that it was just the eavestrough that had to be replaced, he said it wouldn’t take them that long, so I went back inside and tried to shut Max up, who was barking like he was in some kind of a contest.
Then I watched the guy I had just spoken to walk back out to the work truck and hop into the passenger seat where he stayed for the next ten minutes. Then the truck pulled away and I didn’t see it or the crew again all day. Was it something I said? That’s usually the case, but it wasn’t here.
I emailed the roofing company later in the afternoon to find out what happened. Did the crew have to go back to the shop to grab a hammer? Did someone remember they left the stove on at home? Did one of the crew members get a call informing him that his wife had just given birth at the hospital? It was none of the above.
The culprit? During the 10 minutes they spent in the truck, the crew concluded that it was a little too windy to get the job done. Fair enough. I wouldn’t want to be putting up a 20 foot piece of eavestrough with a 70 click wind either.
Couldn’t someone from the crew have come to the door and let me know that?
Oh well, the first non-windy day we have, we’re next in line. Unfortunately, days without wind have been pretty scarce around here as of late!