The carpet cleaning people were supposed to show up sometime between noon and 5 pm today. Instead they called at 8 am to let us know the cleaners would be arriving at 9 am. In fact they arrived at 8:30 am. I was in the midst of my morning constitutional when the doorbell rang. Aargh!
The carpet man looked around and said in his most serious tone, "This carpet is too soiled and stained. The $70 package you are scheduled for won't do anything to get it clean. You'll have to get the $149 deep-cleaning to get this clean."
Double-aargh! I knew then that we had stumbled onto some shady operators. They advertise a cheap package just to get in the door. I was betting that they had probably already been given the heave ho by those customers who had been scheduled ahead of us. Still, our carpets were in desperately in need of cleaning given the accumulated depredations of all 5 M's.
I let him twist in the wind for a few minutes, "I'll have to speak to my wife about this first."
He looked a bit dejected as he went back out to his van to wait with his partner.
When I explained the situation to Cheryl she fumed, "I ASKED them on the phone if there were any other packages they might offer me when they got here. They said, 'Oh, no. None. This will take care of everything!' Yeah, right!"
We decided that the carpets needed to be done anyhow, and let them know to go ahead.
They started to bring their equipment in and we hustled the kids out of their rooms and into the back yard. Cheryl brought out some cheese sandwiches and cantaloup for breakfast, and we watched them first vacuum, then spray detergent, then use the steam cleaner on our very grubby floors. It took them about 90 minutes all told, and when they were done, Cheryl and I took a quick look around. Our carpets were once again an even cream colour, instead of the bilious, leprous appearance they had beforehand.
We paid the carpet cleaners (but not before Cheryl said within earshot of the carpetmen, "We're never using these guys again!") and they sped off in a cloud of dust without so much as a by your leave. No doubt Cheryl's comment was part of the reason for that, but I suspect they were either used to: (a) being pelted with rocks on their way out, or (b) being given rubber cheques and were going to look for a bank to cash their payment before it bounced. (Not that we would do that to them of course.)
We decided to escape the drying carpets by driving out to Alouette Lake for one last outdoor adventure for the summer.
On our way out of our neighbourhood, we saw a black cat by the side of the road.
Cheryl - "Hey kids, it's that cat again. The one that looks like Hugh!"
Me - "I hear tuxedos are all the rage now with cats."
Michael (in his most confident, self-assured voice) - "I know what a tuxedo is."
Me - "Oh really?"
Michael - "It's a black and white cat!"
Melissa (who has been to enough weddings now to know what a tuxedo is) - "No Michael!"
At the lake - Megan chases her siblings and momma out into the lake."
Originally uploaded by Allan & Cheryl
The kids got soaked. Their mother got even more soaked. Fun was had by all.
See the photos here.