|Back of the hat -|
|Just a bit of slouch|
Mr. Grumpbump got his pool table. But the story definitely does not end there. Mr. Grumpbump was supposed to set up the pool table in the dining room space of our great room. Days before he bought it and had it moved, I made him assure me that he had measured and that it would work in the dining space. After the movers got here and unloaded the table, they spent about an hour re-felting the table. I was in the bedroom with Delilah, trying to keep her out of the way. When Mr. Grumpbump revealed the table to me, I was very upset. The table was HUGE and much too big for the space. I did not hesitate to tell Mr.Grumpbump of my displeasure.
My solution was for the pool table to go into the garage. Mr.Grumpbump pouted and said he couldn't afford to lose the space for his car (my response to that? Let's sell your damn car.). One thing was certain - the pool table could not remain in the space. After mulling it over for a day, we decided to compromise. The pool table will remain in the house, in the front room, but we turned it 90 degrees. The benefit to this is that you don't see the pool table the second you walk in the front door. It still takes up most of the great room, but I can live with it and it is sort of cool to come home and play a game of pool (even though I suck at it).
|Mr. Grumpbump owes me BIG for this concession|