I am a positive person. I am a good person. Soon our apartment will be finished and we will be able to move in. Years to come I will laugh about all these little hiccups that keep happening I just know it.
That or every time I hear a drill I will start to scream ‘NO, NO NOOOOOO!!!’
Monday the marble I chose for my bathroom arrived with a gigantic (not really) chip in it.
Tuesday the stone my husband chose for his bathroom arrived in 2 different colors.
And today, today the tiles I chose for the kids’ bathroom arrived. Punto. (and that means period in Italian)
10 boxes with 100 tiles in each, of pea green bath tiles.
999 pea green bath tiles. One fell out. This is not a song, one really fell out.
WHAT on earth was I thinking?
I think about this for a very long time and the only explanation I can give for ordering 999 green bath tiles is that 1.) I was smoking crack that day 2.) I was having a nervous breakdown or 3.) I said ‘merde’ and they heard ‘verde’. (verde is green in Italian)
Now of course if we were in America, I could just take my little poo green tiles back to the little place I got them and say ‘sorry guys, I was smoking crack that day’ and get some different tiles.
In this neck of the woods things aren’t quite the same. Italians don’t take back products that have been paid for.(punto) Why should they for heavens sakes, I chose them.
I spoke to the shop that sold me the tiles: he is willing to exchange them for their hospital white tile that costs much less, so instead of 999 pea poo green tiles I CAN HAVE 2000 white hospital tiles! I mean how great is that?