We faxed an outline and measurements of our countertop to the granite fabricators months ago. When looking through the slabs, we asked if one slab would be enough. Yup, no problem. The stuff we picked out had two slabs in the lot, one here and one in Idaho Falls. The showroom in Missoula assured us one was plenty. The showroom in Kalispell assured us one was plenty. The fabricators in Kalispell assured us one was plenty. The guy who made the template the other day assured us one was plenty.
The fabricators just called. They need two slabs. They'll get the one from Idaho Falls. In TWO FRIGGIN' WEEKS. They've had all the measurements and the exact slab we want for two months, and just today they realized, "Oh, I guess we do need that other slab they keep asking us about."
I wish I had another huge kitchen to remodel just so I could not do business with these idiots again.
So that means at least two more weeks of washing dishes in the downstairs shower. I'm still trying to pretend we're camping, but it only reminds me of why we never go camping. Because I hate camping. Especially when it's in my house.
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