The door nightmare continues… and ends with a few margaritas.

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Since our contractor has to wait for the window company service reps to inspect that particular nightmare, he’s decided to replace the bedroom door now instead of later.

To recap… the door.

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Nothing special, just a regular door.

As I said earlier we wanted to replace it with something like this, though not in brown.

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Just a pretty little window at the top. How hard could that be?

After our multiple trips to Lowes with inadequate dimensions the other day, I had the contractor pull off the trim and take the rough opening measurements himself.

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I even had him fill out the form and check all the boxes so there would be no doubt.

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Height, width, depth and swing.

Those are the four things you need to know to purchase the correct size. I thought we were home free.

I was wrong.

Of all the doors they had in stock, and trust me… we checked all of them… not one could check all four of our boxes.

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We spent over an hour and a half driving the sales guys nuts looking for one with a window before we had to change gears and settle for the same type of plain 6 panel door we currently have.

Boo to that.

Of course it wasn’t easy finding one of those in the correct size either. After another half hour of searching the hundred doors they had in stock? We found two.

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The one on the bottom shelf had busted up trim, the one we made the salesman drag down from up top? Had a massive dent on the front.

At this point I was ready to call it quits, grab a piece of plywood and go home to seal up the bedroom wall.

But from the corner of my eye, way down the aisle, in a different section… away from every other GD door we’d looked at… was a row of fire safe doors. I asked if this door was suitable for an exterior entry and was assured it was.

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Yes. It was more expensive. (I didn’t care)

Yes, the trim would have to be purchased separately and more work would be required to install it. (I didn’t care)

It was the right height, width, depth and swing.

All four boxes checked.

Thank you Jesus. We grabbed it and ran out the door.

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Straight to our local pub where I consoled myself with a few positively scrumptious apple cider margaritas.

If something is wrong with this door when the contractor starts the replacement process?

I’ll pay him to go get a new one.

I’m done.

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13 thoughts on “The door nightmare continues… and ends with a few margaritas.”

  1. I think this is the same psychological experience as sitting through a filibuster in Congress. At first you think “bring it on, this is no biggie” (cost is important and you’re not going to bilk me) until eventually you’re like “fine, I’ll vote however you want – just make it end” (I’ll pay anything to make this problem go away).
    A margarita is a just reward.

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