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Our stone was delivered last week… on a miserably hot day.
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Since we spent a fortune redoing our driveway last summer, we’ve been extra careful about turning the wheel too sharply when the temperature and the possibility of damaging it are high.
Which is why we told the company delivering the stone to be sure and call when they were on the way so my husband could be standing out there directing them to avoid damage. We insisted on it and made sure the order stipulated calling prior to arrival in BIG BOLD LETTERS.
We waited by the phone all morning, and naturally no one called. At the precise moment I was in the bathroom and my husband walked around to the backyard?
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A giant truck with two pallets of stone and a forklift not only backed into the driveway, but off it at the same time.
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Needless to say the husband was not pleased.
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The driveway was cracked and sunken in on one side.
Words were exchanged.
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And the stone that was supposed to sit close to the house within easy reach of the project was redirected here.
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Which is actually way over there.
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My husband (being my husband), made the driver wait while he mowed that section of lawn.
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After which two pallets of heavier than hell stone was plopped on a tar free surface.
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The stone comes in 3 foot sections and my back is breaking just thinking about how many trips back and forth will have to be made to ferry it when needed.
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