They looked to be taking a nap.
She tapped each on the shoulder. "Excuse me," she said. "Sorry to bother you," she said ( in a voice that showed that she wasn't terribly sorry at all).
They gazed up at her from their slumber. They had heard that tone of voice before.
"We need to talk. You see, we seem to be behind schedule, far behind schedule," she said briskly, her finger tapping the clipboard. "I need to ask for your full cooperation in getting things back on track. "
Her eyes unwavering, she continued: "Now all things considered, I believe I have been rather patient. But frankly, my patience is wearing thin. I don't know how to put this politely, but I am going to have to ask you to speed it along. Yes, to hurry it up. I hope I am making myself quite clear."
The two bedroom pavilion, which had a tendency to be insolent, retorted in a phony British accent, "No need to get your knickers in a tangle. We're doing the best we can. " And then he yawned.
The girl flushed. It was precisely this kind of attitude that worried her. With her hand gesturing vigorously she replied, "Well, I'm afraid your best simply isn't good enough. While your outsides are done, your insides remain in a state of disarray. The plasterwork needs to be finished and the painting must commence this week. Yes, this week. And as for the pool tiles.....very disappointing. They need to be identified and installed immediately."
"No more excuses please." And with that, she turned on her heel and walked away. The 3 bedroom pavilion called after her shrilly, A stitch in time saves nine! Good things come to those who wait!
But the blogging girl didn't even bother to turn around.
