We'll get to my family later.
So, we're having some work done on the house right now. I was in charge of getting estimates and picking our contractor. I picked the cheapest one. My wife is a teacher and I don't make a salary so . . . maybe not the wisest choice, but what are you going to do?
First the "boss" Kevin: He is about 6'1, paper thin, pale like a dead thing, hunched shoulders, black hair.
A description of his skill set in his own words: "I'm a master carpenter kid, my work is great I'm a master carpenter and a master mason kid don't worry about that what I'm really into is finance that's what I went to umass for but I take this kind of job just for exercise because I usually work for the government, that's where the real money is. but don't worry about that kid because I'm also a master mechanic . . ."
And I hired him. After checking his references, which were, we'll say, decent (more on that later), but still.
He has working with him a little, round, fat, bald
olive-toned man named (I'm sure you've guessed) Tony who is his laborer whose apparent job is to clean-up, be ranted at constantly, and to respond to the ranting with slow, sort of high pitched (he sounds like a very young, much less intense Al Pacino) speech and dull obstinate eyes.
It's like serial killer Abbot and Costello.
