Last Friday, a week ago, I was in the small storage room in the back of the garage finishing up the wiring of RJ45 jacks for our home network. I was well out of the way, out of eye sight, but well within earshot of the kitchen.
My ears picked up the distinctive voice of our cabinet guy. Great, I thought. He was due to come by this week, to "wrap things up" as he put it, and install the shelves and doors of our kitchen cabinets. We've been... waiting... for that.
He spoke to my wife for several minutes about things that I couldn't make out. My assumption was he was working out the logistics of starting the work. But soon, I heard unmistakable signs of his leaving, and I wondered, WTF?
The report I received later was that he ran behind, and he would be back Tuesday, or Thursday for sure, to continue. That's another week. After the extra week he already took.
Today, we're past the point of when he was to have returned. And he hasn't. Even called to tell us what's up.