We stopped at a grocery after eating fish and chips at a local brewpub, and while cruising the aisles a young black woman walked up and said "How are you?" I recognized her as one who's privy we had dug last winter and I started to panic. Uh-oh, I was thinking, what did we screw up? Not to worry, she was still happy to have invited us to dig after I knocked on her door. She said that the peach tree we moved was fine and that her yard looked very nice after were were done. That kinda made my day.
I recall another similar incident a dozen years back when the encounter went the other way. This time it was an attorney whose pit we dug and he claimed that I caused his fence to lean over. I checked it out and the fence had rotted 10' from where the pit was. I went ahead and replaced the bad post and he was cool.
You just never know what folks are thinking after the dig is long over.
I recall another similar incident a dozen years back when the encounter went the other way. This time it was an attorney whose pit we dug and he claimed that I caused his fence to lean over. I checked it out and the fence had rotted 10' from where the pit was. I went ahead and replaced the bad post and he was cool.
You just never know what folks are thinking after the dig is long over.
] The concrete one was to heavy and it was stuck,so we had to bust it up with sledge hammers. we pulled the fence tight and filled it in.Good as new. Seems like a crazy going ons huh you should have been there.
