Siding #2

The siding guy has guys working for him to remove the siding.

One guy works the whole time.  It is goddamn cold out.  He must be of a lower class, or he owes the siding guy money.  Do not understand the social structure of unlicensed Eastern European laborers, and probably do not want to understand it.

We have an enormous window on the north side of our living room.  Six panels, all double-pane windows, replaced recently.

The guy removes the trim from around that window and various other places.  We are out at dinner by this point.  When we return, he is gone.

That night, one of the panels starts to fog up inside.  The silicone along the edge of the window must have come off, I think.

Then the fog ices up, creates a mess, etc.  Towels are involved.

We have the window guys come out to replace some other windows, and V asks them to take a look at the foggy panel.

Uh…your window fogs up because there is only one pane left in that panel.

You look at the window from the outside, and someone has:

a.  broken the outer pane

b.  cleaned out the broken glass scrupulously

Can’t see it unless you get up close.

Siding guy unreachable to start.  Phone messages start off irritated and escalate to basic, possibly insulting English:  no…more…work…for…you…until we make fix to problem.  Etc.

Guy shows up.  Says he lost phone.  Seems displeased but accepts his guy broke window.  Insists on replacing window until I tell him the window guys are doing it.  Says he’ll come back today.

I expect him to show up with a window.