At the Mr Clean wood residence there was 2 Volvos and a bimmer in the driveway. No one answered the door or the phone.
That really $ucks, my friend. I wonder if they would answer the door if a pie of farwood "accidentally" fellow the truck and hit one of those cars...
I don’t like my time and gas being wasted, but I was relieved that I didn’t have to make a second trip. It gave me the opportunity to complete tomorrow morning’s delivery today. It gave me the time to move wood into my basement so I’m prepared for the upcoming cold snap. Hopefully tomorrow will remain free for some saw, splitter and Kubota therapy. Empty rows of pallets has me feeling uneasy.
I do wish I had gotten back out and taken pictures of their house and cars while they watched me on their ring cameras. The car placement in the driveway was blocking access to the partially filled Rick rack. My little friend was with me and I also envisioned making holes in Volvos.
I like it! Probably never hear from them again, but it is kinda fun to think about the reaction when seeing the bill/note
Maybe they were busy cleaning what little wood they had left? I guess you could say you may have caught them with their pants down?
I can understand but you cant always judge a book by its cover. Few years back I get an order for BL. I get to the house...on a nice upscale cul-de-sac with a beemer in the driveway. Oh boy here we go was my thought. The guy comes out in sweat pants and flip flops and helps me unload. The guy was as knowledgeable about firewood, trees, burning etc. He's a bit far but I enjoy going there and we chat firewood everytime. Turns out he's Chinese Canadien that lived in Vancouver for years. Last weekends delivery took me to a threepeat customer. Nicer urban neighborhood in an upscale CT city. Never met the husband only the wife. He comes out and helps me unload, shows me their new outdoor fireplace and gives me a nice tip to boot. Turns out he's a lawyer, but one of the good ones! Really surprised me. I told him about BL and he seemed interested.
He called around 5 and asked why I didn’t ring the doorbell? I texted him before leaving my house. We agreed on 10:30am. I arrived at 10:32. No one was there to greet me, so I went to the door. Rang the ring. Waited…No answer. Called his #… no answer, left a voicemail. Texted again, no response. Waited in the driveway for a few and left. No clean dry wood for you mfer.
You forgot to honk the horn! I hate those dang ring doorbells. Folks rarely answer and I feel like a dumbass talking into one! All kidding aside that's aggravating. I wouldn't go back.
