My neighbor Bob...the contractor, last summer during the rebuild of my fence after the tornado.
When I got home from work on Thursday afternoon, I saw that the guys were working on tearing down the old barely-standing pile of wood. I.E.-the deck. I walked around back and there it was....in a pile on the ground just waiting to be hauled around to the front of my house and thrown into the dumpster. The back of my house looked bigger in it's absence. Bob had ordered all the material that would be needed for the new deck so all I needed to do was go there to pay for it. The next day he would pick it all up and they would get started on it. Whoo hoo! I could hardly wait! I would finally be able to get the table and chairs and my grill out of my garage and put them in their proper places. And now I would finally be able to have my turn at the regular cook-outs that my friends and I usually do during the summer months. At least now they could be on my deck and I wouldn't have to worry about the whole thing falling down!!!