The builder stood there laughing, gargantuan stomach falling over his too-tight shorts.
“What’s so funny?” I asked.
“You’re hilarious.” He wiped his filthy hand on his shirt. “You want a flat patio.” He still seemed incredulous at my request.
I tried to suppress my annoyance. “That’s right. The main purpose of a patio is to be flat. Are you saying you can’t make a patio do what it’s supposed to?”
His stomach wobbled as he laughed again. “Not possible.”
I’d had enough. Every day had brought with it a new excuse. “OK,” I said. “You’re fired.”
He stopped laughing then.