Ever since we moved into the house last year, we’ve been saying that the big pine tree in our front yard needed to go. Only the top branches were green and the electrical wire to the house ran through it. If the tree fell over on the house, we’d be goners.
One day while I was out doing yard work, I saw a tree truck go to the house at the end of our street. On it’s way back, I flagged down the driver and asked him how much he estimated it would cost to bring down the tree. He figured it would be about $150-$200. I took his card and said I’d talk with Mark about it. When I told Mark, he thought the price seemed reasonable. I did due diligence and asked my neighbor how she felt about the service and she said she trusted him and that her nephew was working for him. I called a couple days ago and left a voice mail asking him to come out and give us an official quote. He called yesterday morning when Mark was here and I wasn’t and told Mark again that it would be $150 and Mark said, “Great! We’d like to do that.” Nothing was said about when that would happen. I was figuring we could do it maybe by the end of the month.
I got home from my outing and was just getting ready to make lunch when the doorbell rang. The tree guy was here with a cherry picker ready to go. He told me about his conversation with Mark earlier. I asked if he would bill us and he said he wanted cash or a check when the job was done. I said, “Let me go in and call Mark and see what he has in mind,” but before I even got Mark on the line, the tree guy was already cutting branches. Mark left work to get money for the job.
We told them we’d handle the clean-up ourselves. I spent all afternoon working on cleaning up this debris. When Mark came home, he helped too.