I was talking with my mom on the phone last Sunday, which is the day I often call and catch up with her. The conversation, as usual, went all over the place and eventually turned to a dinner party she’s invited me and my wife too.
That’s when she interjected the question of “So, how long does it take to sand and refinish hardwood, son?” I was a little taken aback. I’ve been studying skills like that so I can branch out from general contracting as my side job. I really enjoy doing physical labor with my hands outside of my boring cubicle job.
Apparently, she was wondering if I could show up a few hours before the party and sand and refinish her hardwood floors so the home would look new before guests arrived. I felt that was a little presumptuous, given that the time-frame was simply insane and even when I do know how to do things like that, I’m not going to do them for free.
She got really huffy about these two points and wound up dis-inviting us from the party…until the next day when she called my wife and asked for five dozen deviled eggs.