Don’t keep me guessing
Note to anyone tying to sell (me) something; don’t keep me guessing about picky little details. Like price, or availability. Unless you have a monopoly, where you probably don’t need me, the risk remains that I will check out the competitor’s offering.
Today, we went back to our original house store. Roundabout route, via Victoria, where I learned a little about chocolate nomenclature. Roundabout story. Anyhow, in the original store, we asked the right questions. Now, we wait for the end of the week to see if we get the right answer. Hunt: price point counts.
The variety of models on their website makes comparing an apple to an apple rather easy. We can have what we want, including a deeper ICF basement , more insulation, windows in the right places and a whole longer list of details. The process took just under three hours, punctuated by an escaped dog and several other customers. On the way home, the two of us felt reassured; important, when laying a lot of our equity on the line.
Something I did not know: electrical lines cannot cross a roof. If the property comes with “difficulties”, I might end up with a buried entry.
Anyhow, the return east took us through Summerside, (for sandwiches) and St. Peter’s (for dessert). My vacation, my timetable. I can see the “back on the bus” date approaching, with speed. My new (camp) neighbours have a very noisy fan on their trailer roof… 81dB of annoyance. I would say something, but they wouldn’t hear me unless I shouted with conviction.
