I'm getting quotes for a patio install. I've been in my place 5 years and I think its about time to get rid of the scraggly grass and have a nice paved entertaining space. Thank God for Home Depot.
Today I got a call from the contractor's scheduler to arrange for an appointment. She took some initial information, like the dimensions of the patio, and gave me a ballpark estimate. $4500 - $4900. Yikes.
I humed and hawed for a second.
"Well, maybe you can talk it over with your husband?"
What. The. Fuck.
I hate it when people assume that I'm the 'little woman' who needs her big, strong husband to make all the decisions for me.
I didn't say anything. I let it go, because there's no use pissing off the people who you're trying to get to help you. But really, F her.