No show: Another Adventure in Home Ownership

With a crusty old bathtub and moldy tile situation that can’t seem to be caulked away, I was the perfect target for the bath fitter people. And they got me. A few weeks back at a street festival. Complete with a rolling display, a brief sale’s pitch and a pamphlet, I signed up for a free in-home estimate. Essentially the Iroc Z of bathroom remodeling, I was only curious what it might cost to temporarily hide what should probably be torn out and completely redone.

They called to arrange the appointment. Professional and friendly, they gave me a Saturday time slot—this Saturday to be exact. So, when I woke up this morning, I did what any good citizen would—I cleaned the bathroom like a crazed maniac. Akin to diligently brushing your teeth before a trip to the dentist or an intensive shower before a doctor’s appointment, I felt I had to make the place presentable for the unfortunate stranger who had to come in our house and stick his face in the dark, soap scummed corners of our bathing area.

All this work and the bastards didn’t show up. No call. No email. No bath fitter estimate. Oh well. I guess we’ll just have to cope with the crusty bathroom until we can afford some major construction.

A Camaro Iroc Z