We got new carpet a couple of weeks ago. Our carpet was the most disgusting carpet I have ever seen but I didn't see the point in replacing it just so the cat could have a landing pad for his next explosive fur ball demonstration. Our Realtor, Deb, convinced me that the house would show better sans enormous fur ball stains and so began the project.
My older sister always says that I got the good hair in the family, which is true. She's almost bald and I have really great hair. Unfortunately, she got all the domestic genes. I simply can't deal with most domestic matters and picking out carpet has never registered the tiniest blip on my "do before you die" radar. My mother was unlucky enough to be visiting on the day that the carpet sales people came so I had the opportunity to prove that you are never too old to embarrass your parents. Bless those sales people. They had no idea what they were about to encounter.
Does anyone really know how many different colors of white there are? If I had known that I had to pick out a COLOR, I wouldn't have opened the door. Then, when my response to "What color do you want?" was "I don't care." they didn't believe me. The guy opens up a gigantic book with all these tiny carpet squares in varying hues and depth and then starts talking about padding. WHAT? My before-10am decision making skills were already used up on the color question. I had nothing left to give they guy. He was just going to have to figure it out for himself. Can I go play video games now?
It was definitely time to draw the line. I politely (although not according to mom) interrupted Mr. Salesman to convince him that I really did not care. Really. I don't. Just get it close to what it is now but without the fur ball stains.
After a few moments of confused silence and a random point at one of the carpet squares, a color had been chosen. It was time to do the measuring. He pulled out the graph paper and I felt a little flutter in my heart. Now THIS is something I can help with! I'm great with graph paper and a measuring tape. Sadly, they didn't need my help and were confident that they could handle their own graph paper.
Skipping forward to the end of this intriguing story, the carpet is now beautifully installed and the cat has been relocated to a new home where he can spend the rest of his days on hard wood floors.
My question...Is new carpet supposed to crunch in random places? No one seems to know. Jackson thinks that the installers helped themselves to his Flamin' Hot Cheetos and dropped some in random places around the house. Instead of picking them up, they just installed the carpet on top of them. After all, that's what Jackson would do!
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